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When shall I look upon my Lord?
“Waiting”
- With head on hand before my door,
- I sit and wait in vain.
- Along the road to Pandhari
- My heart and eyes I strain.
- When shall I look upon my Lord?
- When shall I see him come?
- Of all the passing days and hours
- I count the heavy sum.
- With watching long my eyelids throb,
- My limbs with sore distress,
- But my impatient heart forgets
- My body’s weariness.
- Sleep is no longer sweet to me;
- I care not for my bed;
- Forgotten are my house and home,
- All thirst and hunger fled.
- Says Tuka, Blest shall be the day, —
- Ah, soon may it betide! —
- When one shall come from Pandhari
- To summon back the bride.
— Tukaram (trans. Nicol Macnicol)
Tukaram (1607–1649) was a Hindu poet, born in India, and considered the greatest of the Maharashtrian poets and student of Namdev (c. 1270–1350). The author of a thousand hymns (abhangs — which mark the spiritual culmination known as bhakti), Tukaram popularized a form of worship that was stripped of sectarianism, ritualism, and intellectualism.
Here's something you might be interested in.
When shall I look upon my Lord?
When shall I look upon my Lord?
“Waiting”
- With head on hand before my door,
- I sit and wait in vain.
- Along the road to Pandhari
- My heart and eyes I strain.
- When shall I look upon my Lord?
- When shall I see him come?
- Of all the passing days and hours
- I count the heavy sum.
- With watching long my eyelids throb,
- My limbs with sore distress,
- But my impatient heart forgets
- My body’s weariness.
- Sleep is no longer sweet to me;
- I care not for my bed;
- Forgotten are my house and home,
- All thirst and hunger fled.
- Says Tuka, Blest shall be the day, —
- Ah, soon may it betide! —
- When one shall come from Pandhari
- To summon back the bride.
— Tukaram (trans. Nicol Macnicol)
Tukaram (1607–1649) was a Hindu poet, born in India, and considered the greatest of the Maharashtrian poets and student of Namdev (c. 1270–1350). The author of a thousand hymns (abhangs — which mark the spiritual culmination known as bhakti), Tukaram popularized a form of worship that was stripped of sectarianism, ritualism, and intellectualism.
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