Tukaram, Poem 2793

What loss will you suffer if you accept my service without an agreement as to wages? What wages need you pay me? I string together rhymes and preach eccentric doctrines; I have no true knowledge or spirit of devotion. My speech is incapable of expressing Thy attributes; I put forth such arguments as will put others to silence. So keep me at your feet, and then you will see some spirit of love in me. People will laugh at you, says Tuka, because you insist that your worshippers should have no desire.