Tukaram, Poem 1523

Now my friends, the pilgrims, will soon be here, this strong hope possesses my mind. They will tell me about the message sent me and all the news of my mother’s house; what profits were gained, what commodity was there on sale, what store each laid by; what they asked for, what delicacies were sent them; I will ask too if my father and mother are happy. Tuka says. Whatever they tell me, I will listen and store it up in my mind.