Tukaram, Poem 2246

I shall not call any man accomplished and full of attainments, or a clown; God fills the world and there is none but He. Let me sing of Thy love undoubting; let me dance in the circle of the saints. Grant me to serve Thy feet and to wait on all created beings, putting from me all pride of caste. Break the fetters of care from off me; let me be uneasy about nothing but Thee; let me so love thee, says Tuka, that I may put my faith in Thy feet.