Tukaram, Poem 1937

It will be fit for thee to save me; I have followed the right path so far as it was known to me. I shall send Thee my cry, that Thou shouldst run to me; let each do his own part. There is room to complain of a perverse man; we know this disposition of the wicked. Tuka says, Body, speech and mind, I contemplate nothing but Thee.