Tukaram, Poem 1988

Now be Thou the father of my mind, control my spirit, O Panduranga; let Thy power govern me, so that I may wander nowhere from this spot. Ungovernable are the many impulses of our nature; grant that I may not even speak of them. Tuka says, My own good, of whatever sort it be, Thou knowest best, O Narayana.