Tukaram, Poem 1856

Beholding my merits, O Lord of Pandhari, Thou art running from me in fear of them. Yet Thou art known to me, though learning I have not acquired; if Thou alone art secured, Thou canst confer honour in the world. Yet again my guilt is obstinate; nothing can avail against it; why should I trouble Thee with my fond desires? My merits govern my experiences; Thou canst not release me yet from that, why then should I trouble Thee in vain? Perchance nothing of mine concerns thee, yet I will not leave that service wherein I find comfort; no, not wherever I may be or wherever I may be born. Though Thou art afraid of my guilt, yet to ask Thee for aught is itself hope. Tuka says, O conceive not such a fear!