Tukaram, Poem 38

I do not know a single trick to take away men’s senses; I sing your praises, I celebrate your excellent deeds! I cannot display a knowledge of herbs, or marvels of sleight of hand. I have no following of pupils; I do not pretend that I am not a beggar. I am not the head of a school, I am no lord of lands. I preside over no formal worship, I have not opened a shop of that kind. I have not propitiated Vetala; I cannot declare secrets. I am not a reader of Puranas; one whose actions resemble not his speech. I do not understand dialectics; I am no miserable scholar, I do not carry burning fires, crying Udo! O anand! I do not count a rosary, gathering an idle crowd about me. I do not know the secrets of the Atharva-veda; the charms that arrest and deceive, and remove enemies. I am not like these men, says Tuka; I am no mad fellow dwelling in hell.