In calling ourselves Thine, what ruin we have
wrought ! Hear, O Vitthala, an account of
thy glory. Yet it is no service of ours to Thee, if
we cause thee to assume name and form. We
have vanquished the world, root and branch ; we
have turned our wealth into clods of earth and
stones. Tuka says, We have grown reckless of
our body, what else then can we care about?
wrought ! Hear, O Vitthala, an account of
thy glory. Yet it is no service of ours to Thee, if
we cause thee to assume name and form. We
have vanquished the world, root and branch ; we
have turned our wealth into clods of earth and
stones. Tuka says, We have grown reckless of
our body, what else then can we care about?