Tukaram, Poem 2799

What shall I say, O Lord of the senses? Such a fit of remorse has passed over me that I cannot wait a moment to swallow you up! You have ruined my house; you have sent my poor children begging from door to door; you have parted them and set them wailing. All I can do now is to take your life and give you mine, for my brother’s sake. Whether the world call me good or bad, says Tuka’s brother, that shall not make me quit my hold on you.