Tukaram, Poem 2792

Give me not learning nor life lasting through length of days; I am not mad after liberation. Let me die uttering ‘Rama Krishna,’—this is the gift I ask of Thy grace. Give me not wealth or honour; let no children be born to me. Let me die with the name of Narayana on my lips. This, says Tuka, is my prayer, O Panduranga!