Tukaram, Poem 2800

When my father and mother died, I was left to depend on my brother; yet even then, O Hari, You gave us no help. Is this the return You make for devotion, to destroy a prosperous household? Is this the end of the transaction, is this the grace You dealt in? Hanging on one life were two families; could You dare, O shameless wretch, to disorder it? Tuka’s brother says, What else can we call You? He was a madman to join himself to You.