Tukaram, Poem 37

It is well I have got rid of this straggling crowd, they have gone each to her mother-house. It cost me grievous pain to take care of them; now I am ashamed of those greedy desires. When they strayed, I had to suffer myself; I had to pay away my wages in fines. I would not remain still for a moment, I suffered misery till to-day. Their tricks were innumerable; they broke their tethers; I have neither time nor will to tell the tale. Tuka has given over charge of these cattle to God.