Original Marathi from the Tukaram Gatha · About Sant Tukaram
मराठी मूळ
नाहीं सुख मज न लगे हा मान । न राहे हें जन काय करूं ॥१॥
देहउपचारें पोळतसे अंग । विषतुल्य चांग मिष्टान्न तें ॥ध्रु.॥
नाइकवे स्तुति वाणितां थोरीव । होतो माझा जीव कासावीस ॥२॥
तुज पावें ऐसी सांग कांहीं कळा । नको मृगजळा गोवूं मज ॥३॥
तुका म्हणे आतां करीं माझें हित । काढावें जळत आगींतूनि ॥४॥
Tukaram Gatha (Marathi Wikisource)
English Translation
I find no pleasure in worldly comforts, I have no use for honor, and people will not leave me alone; what am I to do? Comforts of the body scorch my skin; fine delicacies taste like poison. I cannot bear to hear anyone's praise or have my greatness described; it makes my soul writhe. Tell me some means by which I may reach you; do not entangle me in mirages. Says Tuka, work now for my true welfare and pull me out of this fire.
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Longing and Separation
Cries from the dark night of the soul: remonstrances, complaints, and desperate yearning.
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