संत साहित्य · Tukārām · Abhanga 2572 of 4582
Abhanga 2572
Once what is truly yours settles into your hands and old suffering has broken, there is no need to keep carrying the past or straining inwardly, because you are already clean.
When something in you has finally settled and you wonder why you are still straining against it
When you keep replaying past pain long after it has actually passed
When you doubt your own inner purity after having healed from real hardship
The verse
माझें माझ्या हाता आलें । आतां भलें सकळ ॥१॥ काशासाटीं विषम थारा । तो अंतरा विटाळ ॥ध्रु.॥ जालीं तया दुःखें तुटी । मागिल पोटीं नसावें ॥२॥ तुका म्हणे शुद्धकुळ । तेथें मळ काशाचा ॥३॥
Literal translation
My own came to my hand — now all good. For-what unequal-strain — that inner pollution. By that duḥkha break — past should not be in belly. Tuka says: pure-kuḷa — what dirt there.
What it means
THE MY-OWN-CAME-TO-HAND + PURE-KUḶA ABHANG.
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For someone today
For today: my own came to my hand — pure kuḷa, no dirt.
Where this applies
- When something inside you has finally settled and you wonder why you are still straining against it
- When you keep replaying painful memories long after the pain itself has passed
- When you doubt your own inner purity or worth after healing from real hardship
- When you are tempted to keep fighting unnecessary inner battles instead of accepting the peace that has already arrived