Tukaram, Poem 96

You have given shares to all; look upon me! Along with my companions I formed great hopes. Why are you silent? Give me my own share! I have given up all my own provisions; now I will not be left out. O infinite one, I am hungry; you who know everything, why don’t you know that? I am tired out with tending the cows of self-will and extravagance. Tuka cries out for mercy, Hari casts a morsel to him; Tuka takes it up and rejoices and divides it among his friends.