Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3408

Through the controlling power of our master, the secret is first placed in our hands;
as we advance, the greater and greater is our gain.
I utter fond and foolish words, but they come moist from the very core of my being;
a father and mother love the endearing prattle of their child.
My mind mingles with his; I am truly wise, not by repute alone.
I have brought to the surface the signs of his grace within me.
I am not wearied by length of time; I have watched every moment with wakeful care;
Tuka will not leave God for one moment.

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