By the market-place I unfastened my bundle, I set out my grain for sale. I gave all the authorities their dues, I finished with all troublesome requisitions. I sat there with a true measure in my hand, a measure respected by the four castes. My customers, the saints, came there enquiring for good stuff. I have shaken the grain out of my dhotur, I have paid off the market dues early in the morning, everything was peacefully concluded. Hurry up if you mean to come, such of you as are people of ours. There are three sorts of goods—best, middling and worst; there are also many differences between men, and they
Bring different samples. Some made a profit, others a loss; while others just realized their capital, some were bankrupt. Some sold only half their goods—few were these, yet too many. They all came together in company from the same village, but they will not depart together. Some were smugglers who avoided the authorities: they caught them and disgraced them. Some had to mortgage a share of their property, by acknowledging debts for posterity to pay off. Tuka says, We must delay no more; we must finish the stage before us.
Bring different samples. Some made a profit, others a loss; while others just realized their capital, some were bankrupt. Some sold only half their goods—few were these, yet too many. They all came together in company from the same village, but they will not depart together. Some were smugglers who avoided the authorities: they caught them and disgraced them. Some had to mortgage a share of their property, by acknowledging debts for posterity to pay off. Tuka says, We must delay no more; we must finish the stage before us.