I have passed through many misfortunes in the world; though I have thrown them off, still there is a settled weariness in my mind.
Now let me hide myself at Thy feet, O God; look not for service or devotion from me.
If I hear a cry that even one trouble is coming, I am full of dread; but crowds of troubles have returned on me.
Tuka says, My measure is heaped up; separation from Thee causes me great agony.
Now let me hide myself at Thy feet, O God; look not for service or devotion from me.
If I hear a cry that even one trouble is coming, I am full of dread; but crowds of troubles have returned on me.
Tuka says, My measure is heaped up; separation from Thee causes me great agony.