Tukaram, Poem 3682

Give me what I ask for,—an attentive hearing; keep the feet of Vitthoba in your minds. This will appease my spirit; I need no luxuries, no delicacies, no gold. Observe the fast on the eleventh day, keep the pediment for the tulsi at your doors, wear on your neck the tulsi wreath. The food that such a man leaves uneaten, to me, says Tuka, is a Dasara, a Divali.