Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1970

Set flowing a stream of the names of Rama, it will wash away my sins and burn them up; plant in my mind such eager desire, such constant effort, that I may never lose this nectar of Brahma. Such be my gain that no craving be left in me, no desire may stir henceforward.
Tuka says, Meditate on that which will deliver you from the pits of torture.

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