Tukaram, Poem 2088

I am so eager that I know not what patience. Come, satisfy my longings. Seek not to make any delay; let there be the same eagerness in both of us. Sustain in me this love for the art of love; it will not itself dwell within me for ever. Tuka says, Do not let me grow absorbed in other amusements; I have watched with care for the hour of dining with Thee.