Tukaram, Poem 3673

Feeble is my intelligence; my ignorant desire, O Narayana, is to see You manifest yourself. In all the created world—in stone, and wood, and living things—you show yourself; yet my ignorant desire is to see you, to embrace you with my narrow mind. But You, O chief of Gods, are merciful; Your assurances are manifest to the world; You are eager to serve your worshippers: says Tuka.