Tukaram, Poem 1903

O God, let there be a wager between me and Thee; let us see which is better of us two. I am truly fallen, Thou art falsely styled Lord of the wretched. I have persisted in setting a difference between us, thou hast not been able to wipe it out. We have added strength to our guilt in the four quarters; hence You have hidden yourself in fear; Tuka says. My own mind gives judgement between me and thee.