Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1919

Knowing our heart’s desires, you will silence
our splenetic complaints. This has become a
habit of Yours; it is a bad habit, O Panduranga!
If a man sits as a suitor at your door, you
get rid of him somehow or other. See whether
I shall leave Your feet, says Tuka.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents