Tukaram, Poem 1573 e

How can I help the fruit of my own past? It requires me to surrender life and wealth. Let no one say I have done this myself; it is this God who has ordered me to do it. I am set free from the world and brought me to beggary; he follows and persecutes me. This God has given me a gourd to drink from and leaves to eat; he has no compassion, says Tuka; he strips men naked, well I know.