Tukaram, Poem 3205

This is sport to you, but death to us: we have endured much trouble and many a re-birth. Now, I will take such steps that Thou wilt visit us thyself; I will utter thy name. Apart from Thee, I have passed through wild forests, carrying a burden of projects in my mind. Tuka says, Now I have found an easy key—till now, I was entangled in sin and merit.