Tukaram, Poem 1905

Why art thou so condescending to others, so callous to me? Thou hast made me thy worshipper, give me within my heart a worshipper’s love for Thee. When thou and I sit down together, why is chaff served to us, though you eat sugared cakes when you are alone? Are two at one together, when the purse is knotted and sealed between them? What can we get from him as long as we are strangers to him? Tuka says, Remove now this sense of difference between us.