Tukaram, Poem 2831

In my first verse I shall weave the three worlds together and sing of holy Panduranga. In my second I say there is no second to Him; in the wilderness and in resorts of men Panduranga meets me. In my third verse, I say there is no particle of mere matter anywhere, all is God. In my fourth, I put my grain into the mill; I sing my treasure Panduranga. In my fifth, I sing Panduranga, my mother’s home forever. In my sixth, the six shastras close, Panduranga comes forward to be my teacher. In my seventh, I remember Panduranga every moment, He is seated before my eyes. My eighth reminds me that for twenty-eight ages Panduranga has stood on the Chandrabhaga. With my ninth the grinding ceases, I escape death while I am still in the world. This is my tenth, O ten times incarnate, Tuka prays, may I never return to this life again.