Tukaram, Poem 778

This is genuine gold that was laid up long ago; we have brought to light a great man’s deposit. The labourer’s hand has revealed it and measured it out; I am nobody here, it belongs of right to the owner. The potter’s hand creates vessels and such of them as he sends go to the kiln. Tuka says, Our life issues from Narayana, as His splendour travels forth in the rays of light.