Tukaram, Poem 3018

There continues not within my heart a single motion towards Thee; I remember thee not, but forget thee. What amazement this experience brings with it, I have my own mind to testify to this. Though I admonish my mind, it will not repose; how can I control it from moment to moment? Tuka says, Too many transactions of life I have taken part in; my soul is deeply dyed with their hue.