Tukaram, Poem 1570

I have grievously offended; I have fathomed the secret of Thy plans; I grew restive at the talk of the world. Though I am a fallen outcaste, Thou hast wearied and distressed Thyself for me. I lay down for thirteen days with my eyes closed! I threw the whole burden on Thee, the distress of thirst and hunger; Thou wilt have to protect me in time to come. Thou didst preserve my papers in the water, and dispel the evil report of men. Tuka says, Thou hast vindicated Thy name.