Tukaram, Poem 1914

When we offend, you punish us; why then are you deaf to our calls? You have beguiled some by gifts of wealth and powers; I ask you for none of these things. Why should I be wrapped up in them and spread abroad a cheating display? Why should I play the hypocrite once more; I have guarded Thy promise, thy original promise, storing it up in my heart. Tuka says, I have prepared a true statement of accounts between us, for I knew you would check it in the end.