Tukaram, Poem 2989

When shall I see the day that will bring a blessing on lucky and luckless men alike? In the last hour of life we may embrace Thy feet, when we part hastily from our bodies. Let us be done with this chain of actions, this tangle we have woven round ourselves; my mind has grown impatient, O God! At every step I take, I remember that countless disorders arise within us; so my soul trembles, and I cry vehemently to Thee. Thou must have heard my cry, says Tuka; why dost thou try me to the last?