Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3545

You are like a two-days’ guest that walks with
his head in the air; why do you not worship
Narayana? You are for ever gloomy till the hand
of death suddenly carries you off; when will you
worship the Lord of Pandhari? Countless such
people there are, says Tuka; when will they meet
Keshava, who reigns above all?

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