Tukaram, Poem 2738

Laid aside fear; this is how I reached this spot, where I can entreat Thee close at hand. With the power of authority, I shall ask Thee to feed me; up till now, I have made this my own care. I have preyed upon my vitals to get me this butter; who would entreat piteously for a trifle? Tuka says, This coarse millet mixed with milk I do not want; You are teasing me with unrealities, O Panduranga!