Tukaram, Poem 2312

I go on with my daily business, yet I love Thy feet; why should I describe my love, dost thou not know it, O God? I keep Thy form ever before my eyes, though outwardly I acknowledge the tie of the world. I govern my actions according to the occasion, but with my speech I sing Thy praises. The desire of my mind is to behold Thee, I crave neither life nor wealth nor grain. Like a pressed man I walk the round of worldly duties; I am like a puppet that life sets in motion. I am resolved, says Tuka, that my soul shall not be parted from Thee.