Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2183

I have no capital save to fall at Thy feet; did
I not so, how could my words reach thy feet?
Nevertheless I have played freely with Thee like a
child; I am Thy pet, thy fondling. What is right
for me is to serve Thee, says Tuka, I must reserve
nothing from thee.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents