Tukaram, Poem 3014

I am ruined by sloth; I am sorely oppressed by desire. They have stolen from my mouth the utterance of Thy name; whereas once I was near, I am now far removed from Thee. How was it that I fell into this dual-conception, that drags me farther and farther from Thee? Tuka says, Now let God take me to himself and set me free.