Original Marathi from the Tukaram Gatha
मराठी मूळ
वांयां ऐसा जन्म गेला । हें विठ्ठला दुःख वाटे ॥1॥
नाहीं सरता जालों पायीं । तुह्मी जइप न पुसा ॥ध्रु.॥
कां मी जीतों संवसारीं । अद्यापवरी भूमिभार ॥2॥
तुका ह्मणे पंढरिनाथा । सबळ व्यथा भवरोग ॥3॥
Tukaram Gatha (Marathi Wikisource)
English Translation
It pains me, O Vitthal, that this life is going to waste. I have not become worthy at Your feet, and You do not even ask after me. Why do I go on living in this world, an empty burden upon the earth? Says Tuka, O Lord of Pandhari, the disease of worldly existence is a mighty affliction.
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Longing and Separation
Cries from the dark night of the soul: remonstrances, complaints, and desperate yearning.
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