I have no faith myself; I merely utter a song to adorn the world; but do Thou, O Saviour of the sinful, make true my words! I call myself Thy servant, but in my spirit dwell passion, and worldly hope. Tuka says, I assume the outer garb but within me I have nothing at all like it.
or behind me; then I lost my sight, a film passed over my eyes. They were shrouded in darkness ever thicker and thicker; I trembled, O God,—where was the fruit of my birth? Give me now the gift of sight, O Panduranga, my father and mother! I have come to Thee for protection, seeking to avert my sin. Do Thou anoint my eyes and make the path easy for me. I will follow the path of the saints, the path that leads back to life no more. My spirit is afflicted, I can remember no good thought. I relied on mankind, but I lost that support; I can turn neither to this place or that, utter darkness has fallen upon me. My companions have all turned away from me; no one supports me. As long as man is active, others call him their friend; great and small honour him to secure their own comforts. But when the senses have decayed, they say, “This old bugbear is come! How changed a man he is, though his person is the same!” I am entangled in this worldly life; how blind I have become! Ever dwelling on “I” and “mine” and strengthening the bonds of illusive desire I do not see my true interest; I have killed myself. Death pursues me; desire and passion accompany me; as I walk along, my good and bad qualities trip me up. Now I have left that path; I have become another man; I look toward your dwelling-place with abundant hope, Tuka says, O great physician, dweller in Pandhari!
or behind me; then I lost my sight, a film passed over my eyes. They were shrouded in darkness ever thicker and thicker; I trembled, O God,—where was the fruit of my birth? Give me now the gift of sight, O Panduranga, my father and mother! I have come to Thee for protection, seeking to avert my sin. Do Thou anoint my eyes and make the path easy for me. I will follow the path of the saints, the path that leads back to life no more. My spirit is afflicted, I can remember no good thought. I relied on mankind, but I lost that support; I can turn neither to this place or that, utter darkness has fallen upon me. My companions have all turned away from me; no one supports me. As long as man is active, others call him their friend; great and small honour him to secure their own comforts. But when the senses have decayed, they say, “This old bugbear is come! How changed a man he is, though his person is the same!” I am entangled in this worldly life; how blind I have become! Ever dwelling on “I” and “mine” and strengthening the bonds of illusive desire I do not see my true interest; I have killed myself. Death pursues me; desire and passion accompany me; as I walk along, my good and bad qualities trip me up. Now I have left that path; I have become another man; I look toward your dwelling-place with abundant hope, Tuka says, O great physician, dweller in Pandhari!