Sant Tukaram Poems
|2.||Argue No More About It||5/2/2012|
|3.||The Chief Of The Yadavas||5/2/2012|
|4.||To Arrange Words||5/2/2012|
|5.||Where Does One Begin With You?||5/2/2012|
|6.||Alone At Your Feet||5/2/2012|
|7.||When I Lose Myself||5/2/2012|
|8.||In Me Thou Livest||5/2/2012|
|9.||I Speak Yet Am I Silent||5/2/2012|
|10.||If Only You Would||5/2/2012|
|11.||Children Dressed In Tatters||5/2/2012|
|13.||How Could A Lover Fall?||5/2/2012|
|14.||Name Of God||5/2/2012|
|15.||First He Looked Confused||5/2/2012|
|17.||Can Water Drink Itself?||5/2/2012|
|18.||All Blest Are They||4/6/2010|
|19.||All Men To Me Are God-Like Gods!||4/6/2010|
|20.||Smaller Than The Smallest Atom||4/6/2010|
|21.||None See Me Off||4/6/2010|
|22.||Thou Art More Kind Than Mother Dear||4/6/2010|
|23.||Abhangs (A Short Collection)||1/1/2004|
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 ...
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)
Whose hearts are broad ; Whose lips with honey flow .