Religion
The Strife of Sense
Translated by Nicol Macnicol (1919) · From Psalms of Maratha Saints (1919)
Religion
Wearied by strife of sense,
By call and counter-call,
To thee I hie me thence,
And tell thee all.
Yea, Lord, thou knowest this;
I've brought my life to thee.
Cast down my burden is
And I am free!
Now all my being yearns,
Yearns with a strong desire,
My love within me burns,
A wasting fire.
If thou canst help indeed —
(Hear what I, Tuka, say) —
Narayan, help with speed,
Make no delay!
Cite this poem
MLA
Tukaram. “The Strife of Sense.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tukaram/4/.
Chicago
Tukaram. “The Strife of Sense.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tukaram/4/.
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