Original Marathi from the Tukaram Gatha
मराठी मूळ
ढालतलवारे गुंतले हे कर । ह्मणे जुंझणार कैसा जुंझे ॥1॥
पेटी पडदळे सिले टोप ओझें । हें तों जालें दुजें मरणमूळ ॥ध्रु.॥
बैसविलें मला येणें अश्वावरी । धावूं पळूं तरी कैसा आतां ॥2॥
असोनि उपाय ह्मणे हे अपाय । ह्मणे हायहाय काय करूं ॥3॥
तुका ह्मणे हा तों स्वयें परब्रह्म । मूर्ख नेणे वर्म संतचरण ॥4॥
Tukaram Gatha (Marathi Wikisource)
English Translation
His hands are bound by shield and sword. He says, 'How can a warrior fight like this?' The armor, helmet, and baggage have become a second cause of death. 'They seated me on this horse; how can I now run or flee?' Though he has every means at hand, he calls them obstacles, crying 'Alas, alas, what shall I do?' Says Tuka, this man is the supreme Brahman itself, yet the fool does not know the secret that lies at the saints' feet.
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