Tukaram, Poem 1811

I have been preaching to my mind, but it will not hear me; the wretched creature is bent on my ruin. I am looking to see whether it is rising or falling; I cannot contrive to bring force enough to bear on it. I cannot make out what my stock of merit amounts to; it comes not to light in my dull intellect. Tuka says, I have no strength sufficient for this task; do Thou see to it and hurl me out of my evil plight.