Tukaram, Poem 39

Some one may say of me, “You are a poet,” but my speech is not my own. It is not my own contrivance that is at work; the pervader of the world sets me speaking. Weak as I am, what power have I to disarm? What I say is what Govinda prompts. I am appointed to sit and measure out, but I am nothing, the authority of master is all. Tuka says, I am a faithful henchman, I bear the seal of my master’s name.