Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2657

I am so vile that I feel neither love nor affection;
nay, if I am honoured, I am all the more provoked by this.
Curse my ungrateful body! It feels no obligation for kindness done to it.
It takes no pleasure even in costly dishes of sweet food.
I can see in me no good qualities of my own; who can say what the store of my past is like?
Tuka says, I know not what Panduranga has seen in me that He keeps me at his feet.

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