Tukaram, Poem 1948

There should be no occasion for you and me to fight; I have found out what you are. How long must I go on calling bad, “bad”; when a thing disgusts us we ought not to touch it. I now experience the truth of what many have said, that if I venerate you I shall be ruined. I have experienced myself what you have done; where, says Tuka, and how long can you conceal it, O God?