Tukaram, Poem 1065

He goes off to Kasi, leaving with his friends his cows, horses and buffaloes. “I shall be back before you know I am gone; honour the confidence I have placed in you. Do not take the corn out of the pit. You may eat the chaff and waste. Take a stick and chase away the beggars. You will be cutting my throat if you ask Brahmans to dinner. I have never spent a penny to cure any sickness of mine. You may eat the buttermilk, but keep the butter and ghee for me. There is no room in my heart for plundering women and children.” Tuka says, The wretch speaks out his notions plainly.