Tukaram, Poem 2806

Had I known you well in the past, I should not have let you take breath; I should have forced you to a settlement there and then. Had I not been so backward, I should not have had to wait so long; what need was there to bring a closed transaction before a court? Though our commodities were genuine, how often we had to call on you and go away! My brother sat thirteen days at your door. Even at this late hour, O Hari, avoid the censure of the world; else, says Tuka’s brother, you will have no vestige of honour left.