Tukaram, Poem 1573 a

No dagger was held over my head, nor was I assailed from behind, yet I cried thus loudly upon Thee. Thou didst divide thyself in two places; thou wast near me and in the deep water; yet didst thou suffer naught to harm me here or there. Parents might slay their children in anger over small faults; I have found it is not easy to endure this. Tuka says, O generous one, there is none so merciful as Thou, how can I describe Thee? My voice is too faint.