When I have passed through my destiny I will come at last to embrace Thy feet and quit them no more. Alas! I have no hope that Thou wilt assume a form for my sake! Be Thy name on my lips, says Tuka, and let time torment me as he will.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 1852
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents