Today's Beautiful Gem: Two songs of Saint
Tukaaraam (1607-49),
freely rendered by Nicol Macnicol.
"Keep
me from vanity For sure I perish if From this deceiving world Ah, thou, Vaikuntha's Lord, If once thy gracious face The world's enticement then "I am a mass of sin; Yet thou must take me as I am Me Death has all consumed; All else forsaking, at thy feet |
Keep
me from pride, I quit thy side. How hard to flee! Deliver me! I look upon, Is past and gone." Thou art all purity; And bear my load for me. In thee all power abides. Thy servant Tukaa hides." |
Note: Tukaram was the greatest Maharashtrian poet. He wrote nearly
one thousand abhangs. His bhakti to paNDarinAth is free from caste
or sectarian affiliations. I hope our Marathi friends will post
a few originals with translations.
Om s'aantih: Peace! - J. K. Mohana Rao
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