Tukaram, Poem 3051

I am sure Thou never hadst a baby of thine own; tell me why Thou disappointedst me. If Thou knewest already that I was a sinner, why didst Thou shelter me at thy feet? I am the branded slave of Hari, so no difference should be made between me and others in the row of saints. Tuka says, We have unquestionably won the victory; it is Thy part now to make up our shortcomings.