Tukaram, Poem 3067

I am no mere slave of desire, that thou shouldst have made me look eagerly for a gift from Thee. Thou canst well discern the heart; thou shouldst deal with me fairly. Since Thou hast once formed a design, to check it would be sinful; we call this violation of a purpose. Tuka says, I cannot bear to be tormented thus; when food is once cooked, it is waste of labour to keep it boiling on the fire.