Tukaram, Poem 1910

Begone! What vexation you have caused me! Speak once, and say this at least to me; why art Thou so cruel, O God? Dost Thou despise the service I render? Happy were those with whom Thou didst hold converse; that is not written in my lot. Tuka says, We are severed from each other, for my own mind is not steadily fixed on You.