Religion
The Snare of Pride
Translated by Nicol Macnicol (1919) · From Psalms of Maratha Saints (1919)
Religion
None skilled as I in craft of subtle speech;
But, ah, the root of things I cannot reach.
Therefore, O Lord of Pandhari, my heart
Is sore distressed. Who knows my inward part?
I proud became from honour that men paid
To me, — and thus my upward growth was stayed.
Alas! The way of truth I cannot see,
Held fast by Self in dark captivity.
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MLA
Tukaram. “The Snare of Pride.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/tukaram/40/.
Chicago
Tukaram. “The Snare of Pride.” Translated by Nicol Macnicol. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/tukaram/40/.
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