Tukaram, Poem 2885

God clings to my person, He will not let me go—what am I to do with him? All other gods come and go, but this god keeps with one all through life. His inspiration fills all my limbs; the whole world seems to me to be God. This Spirit will not speak out clearly; whatever I do He will not leave me. This deity has devoured my life, with all the five elements of my body. Tuka says, With passionate longing he stands before Pundalika.