O wanderer, a vagrant hither and thither. God bars our way and imprisons us; He impedes our movements, saying, “Stick to me.” God is persistent; if we love Him, he clings to our soul. God is a silly crazed creature; if we put our faith in Him, he hovers about us. I do not want God, says Tuka; he interrupts my work.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2127
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents