Tukaram, Poem 2968

Though I made myself ceremonially pure, some impurity would cling to me; my rules about taking or leaving, about words to be uttered, would be principles merely which I should not practise. So, at one step, I have surrendered my body to Thee; now keep me at thy feet. In every ceremony errors arise; a fruitful cause of sin; the rope I make is the source of death. Tuka says, It is Thou who setteth in motion the universe; why should I feel any anxiety about it?