Why do you not pity me, though you are seated in my heart? O Narayana, cruel and merciless, I have cried on Thee unheard till all my voice is lost. Why has my spirit found no repose? The stirrings of sense never pause. Tuka says, O why are You angry? We know not, O Panduranga, whether our guilt be over or not.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 23
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents