Tukaram, Poem 1898

You have never given me a harsh answer;
why then this breach between us? So I
cannot bear to be parted from you now; I have
grown to love your embraces. Time after time
I remember your name; as I utter it I love it
more and more. Tuka says, O Panduranga my
mother, take me on your hip like a reconciled
child.