Tukaram, Poem 3427

Is it thou, O Vitthala, that art real? Why then hast Thou shown us this outward form of the world? Rein in and rule this illusion of Thine! I cry aloud to Thee; why hast Thou stricken us thus with fear? Thou hast given a name to a thing that has truly no form; Thou hast raised up empty solicitudes. Tuka says, What moved Thee to show this subtlety, when Thou wast free from all form, from all concern?