My poems are not minted coins, yet good people accept them. They are indeed a spring welling up with butter; it will do you good to eat It. Tuka says, God drove me violently forward; a great inspiration came upon me.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2732
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents