Tukaram, Poem 709

He who makes himself the friend of the oppressed, recognize him for a true saint, know that God dwells in him. Mild as butter within and without, such is the nature of a good man. He who takes the unprotected to his heart, who shows to his servants and to his own son the same compassion, Tuka says, how often shall I tell you, he is the very image of the Divine?