Tukaram, Poem 119

What shall I eat?—where shall I go?—under whose protection shall I live in the village? The Patil and all the people are angry with me—no one will give me an alms. He has lost all his senses, they say; they have set me down among the madmen. Good people have put the idea into his head, and ruined me—helpless that I am. Tuka says, His company is not good; let me go now to seek Vitthala.