Tukaram, Poem 1493

For whom are these acquisitions? Why dost Thou toil so? If we, thy children, are to have no comfort, if we are to cry and go hungry, to whom wilt thou give this wealth, that Thou hast guarded so carefully? We suffer pangs of distress; you will come to ruin. Father of mine though you are, you will bring this curse on yourself. Tuka says, After this I have no kindness left towards you.