Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3386

The name of Hari has spread abroad like
a creeper; it is loaded with fruits and flowers.
Perch on it, O my soul, like the prince of birds,
to accomplish thy full satisfaction. The original
seed foretold the sweetness which was soon to be
realized. Tuka says, Time fleets by moment
after moment; that sweet savour will pass away:

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