Sant Tukaram World Poems

  • 1.
    Smaller than the smallest atom,
    All embracing as the heavens,
    Tuka views the world objective -
    Name and form as all delusion -
    ...
  • 2.
    Consider me yours;
    for I worship You, Lord.
    In the company of saints,
    my spirit soared.
    ...
  • 3.
    If Only you would
    Give me refuge O Lord
    To stay at your feet
    In a line of saints.
    ...
  • 4.
    He who utters the Name of God while walking
    gets the merit of a sacrifice at every step
    His body becomes a place of pilgrimage.
    He who repeats Godâ??s Name while working
    ...
  • 5.
    Just beyond us we see that purple luster - how glorious!
    With His noble crown of peacock feathers stitched together.
    As you look upon Him, fever and illusion vanish
    Adore then the Prince of the Yadavas, the Lord of Yogis.
    ...
  • 6.
    What could have caused your grip to weaken
    that allowed creation to be?

    How could a lover fall to his death
    ...
  • 7.
    I speak,
    Yet am I silent:
    I am dead,
    Yet do I live:
    ...
  • 8.
    When thus I lose myself in Thee, my God,
    Then do I see, and know,
    That all Thy universe reveals Thy beauty,
    All living beings, and all lifeless things,
    ...
  • 9.
    1
    I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream.
    'Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,' Namdeo said.
    Vitthal gave me the measure and gently aroused me from a dream inside a dream.
    ...
Total 9 World Poems by Sant Tukaram

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