Sant Tukaram (Hindi: संत तुकाराम) was a prominent Varkari Sant (Saint) and spiritual poet during a Bhakti movement in India.
Birth and Early Life
Tukaram was born in the small village of Dehu in the West Indian state of Maharashtra to Bolhoba and Kanakai a couple belonging to the lower Sudra class. His real name is Tukaram Vhilhoba Aambe. Rather, in accord with another tradition in India of assigning the epithet "sant" (संत) to persons regarded as thoroughly saintly, Tukaram is commonly known in Maharashtra as Sant Tukaram (संत तुकाराम). He is known as Bhakta Tukaram to southern Indian people. He had two other brothers. Despite their lower class status the ... more »
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Sant Tukaram Poems
Abhangs (A Short Collection)
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. Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
Thou art more kind than mother dear
Thou art more kind than mother dear, More soothing than the rays of moon Thy love an ever flowing tide,
None See Me Off
None see me off. Let those go home who will Receive this blessing from a loosing heart Let righteous deed secure you all good weal
Can water drink itself?
Can water drink itself? Can a tree taste its own fruit? The worshiper of God must remain distinct from Him.
Smaller than the smallest atom
Smaller than the smallest atom, All embracing as the heavens, Tuka views the world objective -
All men to me are god-like Gods!
All men to me are god-like Gods! My eyes no longer see vice or fault.
All Blest Are They
All blest are they whose heart with pity grows. Who left Vaikuntha.their home,to serve mankind; Who slight their person's needs ( it is not myth)
If you treat the opposite sex with reverence will you pay a price? If you stop your fault-finding and covetous ways
First He looked confused
I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog 'God.' First he looked confused,
Name of God
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.
How Could a Lover Fall?
What could have caused your grip to weaken that allowed creation to be? How could a lover fall to his death from the arms of infinite
Mother-God, Set me within the safe defences of Thy pity: In ignorance and folly I have wasted all my days, My soul is base:
Children Dressed In Tatters
We’re sorry! We have no manners! But ... We’re your children and you’re our Mom!
If Only you would
If Only you would Give me refuge O Lord To stay at your feet In a line of saints.
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Abhangs (A Short Collection)
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.
Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
'Tuka, all the unwritten ones are your responsibility.'
To repeat Your name is to string pearls together.
The pleasure in your manifested form is always new.
I have ceased to desire the unembodied God.
Your worshippers do not seek liberation.
With You, it is still possible to give and to receive.
What use is ...