Tukaram, Poem 3056

There are many led astray by errors; they torment their own bodies. No confidence can be placed in their talk; I gird up my loins to utter Thy name. With a single impulse I have steadied my own soul; the responsibility for all is Thine. Do not let Thy own branded cattle be hurt; do as seems best to Thee. Tuka says, How often must I implore Thee? Perchance Narayana will grow angry.