Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1701

Wherever my mind runs she yields her milk; ever ready and abundant; wherever my senses stray I need not check them; she has left no place void of herself. Tuka says, Her tether is her even feet; I have fastened her and will not let her stir.
If I wished to run away through fear of the world, he has made it impossible. He is present everywhere; what could I do to escape Him? There is not in the three worlds an empty place where I could be alone. What would be the use of saying, I will go to some other town? I should be like one that wakes from a dream and finds himself still at his own house. Tuka says, What have I stolen from thee, that thou pursuest me so closely?

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