Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1943

You punish the cruel; where can we carry our complaints against Yourself? Your ears hear our cry for mercy; yet for no good reason You are silent. With all humility I gaze upon Your feet; I entreat you with submissive speeches.
Knot of Your mind; why, O Vitthala, do You still delay?

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