In a convenient season my mind has retired from the world; come, O Panduranga, protect me! My mind helps me, but my spirit fails; as I look on Thee tears pour from my eyes. I speak to the wind that blows from Thee; with folded hands I look for Thy coming. O hasten to me with all speed, says Tuka.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2018
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents