Tukaram, Poem 2992

Many a soul was comforted by Thee in earlier days; Thou art the mother of the helpless. Whomsoever thou receivest, he enters the world no more. There is none so powerful as Thou; none that, like Thee, pervades the world. To Thee therefore I have surrendered my soul completely. I have thrown my body into a trance and made it useless.