Tukaram, Poem 373

There is none who respects me; as far as reputation goes I am lost. What service is credited to me, possessed of such power, that the house of God should be favourable to me? What purity have I, of descent, lineage or action, that Thy secret should be revealed to me? What strength of austerities or liberality, what single source of power have I? Tuka says, I am a burden on the earth; what do I know of the future?