Original Marathi from the Tukaram Gatha
मराठी मूळ
बहुडविलें जन मन जालें निश्चळ । चुकवूनी कोल्हाळ आला तुका ॥१॥
पर्यंकीं निद्रा करावें शयन । रखुमाई आपण समवेत ॥ध्रु.॥
घेउनियां आलों हातीं टाळ वीणा । सेवेसि चरणा स्वामीचिया ॥२॥
तुका म्हणे आतां परिसावीं सादरें । बोबडीं उत्तरें पांडुरंगा ॥३॥
Tukaram Gatha (Marathi Wikisource)
English Translation
The crowd has been sent home, the mind has grown still, and Tuka has slipped away from the commotion. Now let the Lord take rest upon the royal bed, with Rukhmabai beside him. I have come carrying the lute and cymbals in my hands to attend upon my Master's feet. Says Tuka, now listen kindly, O Panduranga, to my stammering words.
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Devotion to Vitthal
Poems of praise, invocation, and intimate address to Lord Vitthal at Pandharpur.
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