Be it due to my destiny, or that things are at an end with me, I know not; though I stand waiting at the door, no voice comes forth to me. What would it cost him to speak? He is a sluggard by nature, a sluggard from his earliest days. Tuka says, How can I show him any reverence in future?
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 3079
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents