My mind is penetrated by the thought of renouncing the world; I would fain retire to the forest.
Why dost thou not bestow peace on this mind of mine? It is grieved by separation from Thee.
No one comes to bring me a message from Pandhari; he sends me not even a wreath from his neck.
Tuka says, I abhor my life; though I serve Thee, I feel ashamed while I do so.
Why dost thou not bestow peace on this mind of mine? It is grieved by separation from Thee.
No one comes to bring me a message from Pandhari; he sends me not even a wreath from his neck.
Tuka says, I abhor my life; though I serve Thee, I feel ashamed while I do so.