Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1630

There sorrow is bartered for joy; the hunger
and misery of the helpless vanish. The
king of generous princes dwells at Pandhari, with
uplifted arms he beckons to all. He desires the
ignorant more than the learned, it is they that he
embraces fondly. He takes away anxious care
and bestows love in return; he thinks not of his
own gain or loss. Tuka says, We are feeble and
helpless; Panduranga watches over us.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents