Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2753

I can see no wicked man anywhere; no one in the universe but my father and mother. Since this is so, why should I fret or fear or vex myself with care? I am entrusted to the care of him who feeds the world; the saints lead me by their own paths.
The impulses of my mind were stilled, the energy of action was crippled within me, a sign from within was bestowed on me. My eyes were flushed and half-closed, my throat choked, my hair stood on end. My mind was dazzled by the primal form before me, my joy was such that it could not stir forth. A dawn of purple splendour broke upon me, I drank a draught of life-giving nectar. My soul was waved round the sun and moon, wave after wave of joy came rolling in. Tuka says, I rocked to and fro with joy and love, I lost all conscious sense.

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