Whatever praises we bestow on you are really dispraise; they are fond expressions of ours; cherish them through the love you bear us. I amuse you with my prattle; I crave for sweets, says Tuka, with the innocent desire of a child.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 3287
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents