The preachings of the saints are above our heads; they will not live in this world of death. My heart is fluttered therefore; come speedily, O mother Panduranga; I grow impatient, luck is against me. Tuka says, What can I do? I am afraid.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 1995
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents