Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3295

WHERE you send me, I shall sing your
praises; I shall give no thought to the aims
of the body. So what I ask for is this sweetness
in my throat; then everything that bars my way
will perish. While I feel Thy gracious glance
upon me, I shall not fear the Kali age, though in
future it grow in strength and power. Tuka says,
I shall wave my flag at Thy feet; Thy name shall be
easy for the world to attain.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents