Tukaram, Poem 1986

Who would listen to a poor man’s prayer and give his whole mind to it? What work would he lay aside, if the poor man were parted from him? I have learned this, O Panduranga, from experience; though You tell it me not, I gather it from your face. Anger and lust continue within me, the distinction of “I” and “Thou” has not vanished; yet hadst Thou shown me mercy, something in this kind might have been achieved. Neglect not those who seek Thy protection. Tuka says, Thy rules of discipline we do not know.