Tukaram, Poem 2749

I have grown like a lump of dough, all plump and straight-upstanding. There are no hollows in me anywhere; I put on a fresh colour every day. I have found a patron; I have escaped from my load of earth. All quarters of the earth are open to me; I have no round of toil to go through. I call at the doors of the temple; the gadflies all fly away from me. I will not brook a load; Tuka has grown a rich and mighty man. Look at him at the temple-door, he wears a cloak of rags.