Tukaram, Poem 1813

I know nothing of meditation, penance, vows or sacrifice; I am assailed by Time and Death. Through fear of them I have taken shelter behind God; He is bound to protect his own. Measure after measure is scored on the tally; the notches are mounting up, when night comes what can be done? Tuka says, Every drop that is saved from the thief must be accounted gain.