Tukaram, Poem 2776

I throw me down and roll on the ground within thy court-yard; sprinkle holy water on me. My body will grow moist and root; it is racked by the manifold fever of life. When shall I reach this spot, I asked myself; by chance I came in time for the leavings Thy foods. Tuka says, Report, some one, my presence in the temple; Panduranga will approach me.