Tukaram, Poem 1801

These ornaments of mine are no longer to be returned; Nirayana has acted as becomes himself. I have strung together jewels of words; the spring has its source within me and trickles for ever. I have learned by many an experience of service; those will bear me witness whose own minds are ripe. Tuka says, As to what I should choose or reject, the Infinite One has left me no discretion.