Tukaram, Poem 2804

Should any misery overtake our children, bethink thee what the result will be, O Infinite One. We have reached tranquillity, without pains in speech or word; we have escaped from drudgery and fatigue. We have penetrated your secret and got you comfortably in our grasp. You can make no excuse for yourself. Tuka’s brother says, You have cheated me finely; move or before me, fellow, I have had the good luck to secure you.