Tukaram, Poem 3270

The glory and excellence of Thy name I have proclaimed; but I taste it not myself. How can peace abide with me? What I impose on myself does not dwell with me. We marvel at anything that brings us real gain; that is what we long for; traffic in the spurious ends in the spurious. Tuka says, Get thee glory for thyself; do not wait for pious service from me.