Tukaram, Poem 1524

I have often wondered what to do; now let me see what will actually happen; what joy my mind will fail to grasp; what real gain my fate will allot me. What! Can I say I have the rights of an intimate friend—that I should imagine such privileges for myself? Perchance he has much other business on hand; his life is full of calls upon him. Tuka says, After he summoned me once, he never called me back again.