Tukaram, Poem 2821

This is an ancient mine we have opened up; though rifled by many hands it is not exhausted. Sages and masters and adepts have preserved it with care. It became known through the virtue of a child born feet foremost; Pundalika proclaimed it to the world. Tuka says, I was present here as a poor man, I was lucky enough to get a share of it, small or large.