Religion
The Suppliant
Translated by Nicol Macnicol (1919) · From Psalms of Maratha Saints (1919)
Religion
How can I know the right, —
So helpless I —
Since thou thy face hast hid from me,
O thou most high!
I call and call again
At thy high gate.
None hears me; empty is the house
And desolate.
If but before thy door
A guest appear,
Thou'lt speak to him some fitting word,
Some word of cheer.
Such courtesy, O Lord,
Becometh thee,
And we, — ah, we're not lost to sense
So utterly.
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MLA
Tukaram. “The Suppliant.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tukaram/1/.
Chicago
Tukaram. “The Suppliant.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tukaram/1/.
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