Tukaram, Poem 1904

Is the stone Parisa a mere metal, that dispels beyond a doubt the infirmity of iron? Art thou more feeble than the stone to dispel this one trouble of mine? The stone Chintamani affords whatever the heart conceives. Other trees, set near the sandal, are changed into sandalwood. What does it lose in imparting its qualities to others? Consider this, O Infinite One, says Tuka.