Tukaram, Poem 1958

How else can I learn what bliss is? O God, Thou art become a plunderer of our homes. Everywhere I see mountains of bribes offered you; you are only at rest if you accept them. Generous is he called who raises up his hand betimes; gifts in return for gifts are but payments of debts. Tuka says, I will serve Thee as best I may, with such power as I have when I am near Thy feet.