Tukaram, Poem 2986

I am content if this life is wasted, and I return to birth again, since I stand before Thee as Thy servant, in no hurry, free from fear. Whether I have too little or enough, I leave the burden of this care to Panduranga. O mother Vitthala, why need I look after myself? Wherever I go, in accordance with my lot, I shall not forget Thee, O Cowherd! By one stroke I have secured my own welfare; know now Thy own, O Narayana, says Tuka.