Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2659

I have no use for thee now, O Shame! Get hence, let me remember Rama.
Through yielding to thee I ruined myself; I made myself the slave of this evil world.
You made my mother’s house strange to me; you decked yourself out and actually led me astray.
To gain pleasure I carried a wife on my shoulder; she brought a host of children upon me.
I was taken before the four judges and the five; I was not suffered to entertain pure aspirations.
Tuka says, Now I will drag thee across thorns; I have made God my champion.

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