Tukaram, Poem 2351

God’s worshipper is dear to God, though others have no love for him, he is no man’s relative or friend; he is parted from all. There is nothing he desires; people call him a crazy fool; what a nuisance he is to us all! No one calls him their own; he lives anywhere in the forest. He bathes in the morning and rubs ashes on himself; people laugh at him when they see him. He puts a garland of tulsi round his neck and sits apart, people say, What is the wretch? At home his wife says, Where did some whore bring him forth? From the hour of his birth he was separate from all men, Gopala esteems him a choice spirit. He who revolts against the world, says Tuka, he lays out a path for the saints.