What can I do? My soul is tortured; cooped up in this narrow space I feel no joy. The universe seems to have been laid waste; I live on with suppressed breath. Tuka says, O Thou that knowest all, let the Cherisher of the universe cool my fever.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2015
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents