Tukaram, Poem 2386

Thou must indeed bestow peace on me now; Thou must not see me brought to the lowest pass. If thou wilt bless us, bless us now; this will look well amongst the saints. The Lords of devotion have left nothing undone; through their power thou didst receive shape in a name. Let not Narayana, says Tuka, conceal from me the deposit made with him by my ancestors.