Tukaram, Poem 28

I LIVE in the world so far as I am required to, but let my faith dwell at your feet: O generous master, what can I do? You have bound me fast; I am trudging along with the load that is set upon me. The body performs its appointed duty; O mind of mine, let not the secret lapse from you. The forces of the world drag me from place to place, but let me never be slothful in contemplation. Let the senses perform their own part; do Thou give their fond passion a resting place at your feet. Tuka says, Do not, I entreat Thee, hand me over to destruction.