Tukaram, Poem 2731

If you undertake a thing, what is impossible? In a moment you can turn a mountain into a mustard-seed. I cannot endure the blows of men; it is obvious; you can see it; they destroy my life. Lightly in jest, I first began to speak; do not remember this! Make me ignorant and humble, more so than I am, O Infinite One! Make me able to enjoy Thee, says Tuka; I care nought for men.