Tukaram, Poem 2489

If you bid your guests go on to the next house, you will lose at once all your status. It will be in vain that you have burdened yourself with it, to make the world call you “void of passion.” While you hear cries for food at the door how can you take your meal? How can you relish your food? Once, says Tuka, you stretched forth your hand like a banner; what has happened to your generosity?