Tukaram, Poem 3080

No new countenance he ought to show us, else how can we put any confidence in him? Though I call myself his slave, how can I pass as such, unless my master looks on me face to face? Whom can I hold responsible for the days I have wasted, the days I have spent heedlessly? Till you show some purpose of your own, O God, says Tuka, I pray you, accept not my service.