Tukaram, Poem 108

Now, my son, what will you eat? My husband
is grown a devotee of the temple.
He wears garlands on his head, he does not care
to be a shopkeeper as he was. He has made
arrangements to feed himself. He has no interest
in us. He goes about with cymbals and open
mouth, he sings before God in the temple. What
are we to do now? He is gone off to the jungle.”
Tuka says, Show some patience now, if you never
did before.