Tukaram, Poem 2086

Think not that my words are vain; I urge my prayer with earnest entreaty. How can I insist on approaching Thy feet? We thy servants must cry to Thee for mercy. What care I for the fame of one that embraces Thy feet? I have the experience which they yield. I persist in speech to please my mind that has tasted this comfort; my spirit hovers near them as though it were crazy! I desire, says Tuka, to look on Thy glorious face.