Tukaram, Poem 2807

I will not wait a moment; I know your reputation. I will not let you stir without doing something for me. With whom have you to deal? Why do you close your eyes? I will take you before the court; yield! or I will drag you there. You give nothing willingly, I know, as long as we are quiet and do no mischief; yet we have begun by making this request to you. How many you have ruined in this way! There is no end to their number. I, Tuka’s brother, say, you will now give up this way of yours.