Tukaram, Poem 1859

I am grown sharp-witted and nimble of speech; but I have not mastered the root and seed. Therefore, O Lord, I am pained in my spirit; who can discern my inward parts? I have grown in worldly honour and pride has overtaken me; my future aim is interrupted, Tuka says, I have fallen into the power of self; the true marks of the spirit I cannot discern.