Tukaram, Poem 2789

I will be born as one of the pebbles, sharp or round, the particles of dust large or small, on the road to Pandhari; I shall touch the feet of the saints. I will be born as hosen or sandals, on the feet of any of the saints; as a cat or dog or hog, to lick up the food they leave. As a drain or step or stream or well on the Ganges’ bank, for the saints walk across them. Set me, O God, in any place where the feet of the saints will touch me.