Tukaram, Poem 3046

When I behold Thee, I shall begin to serve Thee; naught else, O God, do I need. As to food and clothes, they depend on my past; but do Thou steady my mind and set it at thy feet. My mind is so tortured by the world that I am drawn to Thee; I delight in Thy name and form. What! Hast Thou no capital, that my words must needs be wasted? When the magic stone touches iron and turns it into gold, does it take account of the merits of the iron? Tuka says, Consider not what I am; vindicate Thine own name.