Tukaram, Poem 1315

Finish your Witudandu, and let us begin another game. In this we suffer many a hostile blow; we can never be still anywhere, one strikes the witi in the hole; another catches it and puts him out. The captain summons his side together, and takes up the net; the names of the players are called in turn; you can’t avoid your turn, so off you run! There is a boundary line drawn in front of you; when you start you take your partner with you and plague him. One stands eager to run; another claps his hands and runs. Tuka says, Let us wind up this game.