Tukaram, Poem 1572

Let them cut my throat if they will, let the evil harass me, I shall do nothing to bring trouble on Thee. Wretch that I am, once I erred; I made Thee enter the water and save my books. I considered not what right I had to call on thee; I knew not why I should cast my burden on Thy power. I ought not to speak of folly which is past; but for the future, says Tuka, I must beware.