Tukaram, Poem 2912

The magic gem has mines of jewels within it; come, enrich yourselves while this convenient season lasts. There is here no need for debate; the truth or falsehood of this matter has been decided. A platter that has been used you may quietly lay aside; your host knows what your intention is. Tuka says, This is no water doled out in time of scarcity; the fountain will supply as much as you wish.