Tukaram, Poem 2653

I call myself thy slave, yet I do Thee no service. I fill my belly like an insolent knave. Yet how can falsehood prevail at Thy feet! Thou knowest the heart, O God! We ourselves know that we have behaved falsely; to say anything else would be untrue. Tuka says, So guilty am I; thus let me be known to Thee.