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संत साहित्य · Tukārām · Abhanga 1535 of 4582

Abhanga 1535

Honest prayer can be impatient and needy, like a lost fawn crying for its mother, and still be true devotion, because only that one bond can truly ease your pain.

When you feel you have waited too long for comfort and want to ask plainly, without pretending patience you do not feel.
When you feel lost and frightened like a child separated from a parent, craving to be found and held.
When you recognize that no other distraction or substitute can ease your suffering, only the one source you truly trust.

The verse

तुज म्हणतील कृपेचा सागर । तरि कां केला धीर पांडुरंगा ॥१॥ आझुनि कां नये तुज माझी दया । काय देवराया पाहातोसि ॥ध्रु.॥ आळवितों जैसें पाडस कुरंगिणी । पीडिलिया वनीं तानभूक ॥२॥ प्रेमरसपान्हा पाजीं माझे आई । धांवें वो विठाईं वोरसोनि ॥३॥ तुका म्हणे माझें कोण हरी दुःख । तुजविण एक पांडुरंगा ॥४॥

Literal translation

They call you kṛpā-sāgara — then why dhīra, Pāṇḍurangā? Still, why doesn't my dayā come to you — Devarāyā, what are you watching for? I cry like fawn for kurangiṇī — tormented in vana, thirst-and-hunger. Prēma-rasa-pānhā, give to me, my āī — run, Viṭhāī, vōrasōnī. Tuka says: my duḥkha, who removes? — except you alone, Pāṇḍurangā.

मराठी: तुज — म्हणतील — कृपेचा — सागर; — तरि — कां — केला — धीर — पांडुरंगा? आझुनि — कां — नये — तुज — माझी — दया? — काय — देवराया — पाहातोसि? आळवितों — जैसें — पाडस — कुरंगिणी; — पीडिलिया — वनीं — तान-भूक. प्रेम-रस-पान्हा — पाजीं — माझे — आई; — धांवें — वो — विठाईं — वोरसोनि. Tukā म्हणे — माझें — कोण — हरी — दुःख? — तुज-विण — एक — पांडुरंगा.

Word-by-word gloss
Marathi Meaning
तुज म्हणतील कृपेचा सागर "you — they call (mhaṇatīla) — kṛpā-sāgara (ocean of grace)"
तरि कां केला धीर पांडुरंगा "then — why — have made — dhīra (= delay / patience) — Pāṇḍurangā?"
आझुनि कां नये तुज माझी दया "still (āzhuni) — why — to you — mydayā — does not come (na yē)?"
काय देवराया पाहातोसि "what — Devarāyā — are you watching for (pāhātōsi)?"
आळवितों जैसें पाडस कुरंगिणी "I cry-out (āḷavitōm) — likefawn (pāḍasa) — kurangiṇī (mother-deer)"
पीडिलिया वनीं तानभूक "tormented — in forest (vana) — thirst-and-hunger"
प्रेमरसपान्हा पाजीं माझे आई "prēma-rasa-pānhā (milk-of-love-rasa) — give-to-drink (pājīm) — my mother (āī)"
धांवें वो विठाईं वोरसोनि "runViṭhāīvōrasōnī (= having gushed / flowed-out)"
तुका म्हणे माझें कोण हरी दुःख "Tuka says — my — whoremoves (harī) — duḥkha?"
तुजविण एक पांडुरंगा "except you alonePāṇḍurangā"

What it means

Cry-like-fawn-for-mother-deer abhang. Continues 1534's mother-Hari register with the fawn-and-doe image. The opening protest: tuja mhaṇatīla kṛpēcā sāgara — tarī kām kēlā dhīra Pāṇḍurangātheycallyoukṛpā-sāgara(ocean of grace); — thenwhythisdhīra(= delay / patience-keeping)? The classical-protest: if you're the ocean-of-grace, why are you keeping me waiting?

The fawn-image: āḷavitōm jaisēm pāḍasa kurangiṇī — pīḍiliyā vanīm tāna-bhūkaIcry-out— like — afawn— for itskurangiṇī(= mother-deer); —tormented— in theforest— bythirst-and-hunger. Beautiful image: fawn lost-in-the-forest, thirsty-and-hungry, crying for the mother-doe. (Compare Bhāgavata-Purāṇagopa-lost-from-Kṛṣṇa imagery; same intensity.)

The mother-prayer: prēma-rasa-pānhā pājīm mājhē āī — dhāvēm vō Viṭhāī'm vōrasōnīthemilk-let-down of prēma-rasa (love-juice) — give to drinkmy mother; — run, O Viṭhāīhaving gushed (vōrasōnī).Pānhā— themilk-let-downof a nursing-mother (when she sees/hears her child);Viṭhāī's pānhā should let-down at her child's cry.Vōrasōnīgushed-out / overflowed;come running, with the milk gushing out. (Strong-mother-image.)

The closing-claim: Tukā mhaṇē mājhēm kōṇa harī duḥkha — tuja-vīṇa ēka PāṇḍurangāTuka says — myduḥkhawho removes?; —except you alonePāṇḍurangā. Only you can remove my duḥkha.

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For someone today

For today: they call you the ocean of grace — why this delay?; still, why doesn't your compassion come — what are you watching for?; I cry like a fawn for its mother-deer, tormented in the forest by thirst and hunger; mother Viṭhāī, run with the love-rasa-milk gushing; only you, Pāṇḍurangā, can remove my suffering.

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