Tukaram, Poem 21

Why do you wait for a sacred or auspicious day? My spirit is growing weary. Send me speedily, O Panduranga, a tender morsel; do not keep me waiting. Consider not that I am faulty and full of transgression; be not angry against me: why do you make us weep, Your ignorant children,—your elder and wise no less? Why do you stand with your hand upon your hips, to crush your little darlings? Tuka says, Now I will tie a knot in my mantle and I will not forget to stay with You.