Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2682

I was well off till I met Him; then this thief
stripped me. He swept away everything, and
left me an empty ruined house. My mind, the
source of contemplation, my only wealth, he has
carried off; Tuka says, He has made me what I
was to begin with.

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