Tukaram, Poem 2235

I speak of these means because they may be told of; this water flows on like a Ganges. Perchance some may be so lucky as to practise them; but who has the right to do so? Beggars turn their mouths round when we offer to place a morsel in them, because of the misery they feel within them. Tuka says, I so worship God that my mind takes delight in His worship.