Tukaram, Poem 30

I dreamed that I was impressed in a gang; but when the dream ended, it all turned out to be false. I cried for mercy in vain; that very cry was the source of my trouble. King, noble and peasant—the whole picture was unreal, but my sufferings were real, till I awoke; my bodily experiences witness it, for it was pain that made me open my eyes. Tuka says, The saints brought me to my senses at last; otherwise the lock-up was ready waiting for me.