Tukaram, Poem 1656

We know the fact, O God, that thy illusive
ways cannot be fathomed. A fence was
raised round Ganika; Dasaratha was cast down
into hell. How then shall I reach thee? I cannot
tell unless thou instruct me. Two ways lie before
me; I am confounded by these discussions about
the cloth and the pot; the wilderness of philo-
sophy is full of them. Tuka says, Thy illusions
my eyes have seen; now at this time I shall
keep Thy feet lodged in my soul.