If you and I are become equal, then which of us is to honour the other? There is still left a difference between us; thy glory is gracious; my soul is drawn to Thy feet. In our ignorance we entreat Thee with a stream of devotion; we call on Thee with jewels of speech. Tuka says, Cherish us with fond affection; why is this sense of difference left between us?
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 1695
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents