How can we reach our aim? Our desires increase our sufferings. What can we do as long as these dwell with us? What we ought to long for is Thou, Panduranga. I have no delight in Thy form; I break my heart with desires. Tuka is not carried away by any outward splendour.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 3022
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents