The Lord knows neither high nor low; He stands wherever He sees sincere devotion. He ate the scraps offered by the servant-maid's son Vidura, and protected Prahlad in the demon's house. He dyed leather alongside Rohidas, and wove shawls behind Kabir. He sold meat with Sajan the butcher, and weeded the garden with Savata Mali. He hammered gold with Narhari the goldsmith, and dragged carcasses with Chokhamela. He sold cow-dung cakes alongside Namdev's Jani, and carried water and swept the floor in Dharma's house. He dined with Nama without hesitation, and bore the wall on His own body for the sake of a devotee. He drove Arjuna's chariot and ate the beaten rice of Sudama with love. He herded cows for the cowherd folk and became the doorkeeper of Bali. He paid off Yankoba's debt and endured the womb for Ambarisha's sake. He drank poison for Mirabai and stood as surety for Damaji. He carried clay for Gora the potter and honored the bill of Mahatma with His own person. For Pundalik's sake He still stands waiting. Says Tuka, blessed indeed is His story.

The Lord knows nothing of high or low; He stands wherever He sees true devotion. He ate the scraps offered by Vidura, the servant-maid's son, and He guarded Prahlad in the demon's house. He dyed leather beside Rohidas, and wove shawls behind Kabir. He sold meat with Sajan the butcher, and weeded the garden with Savata Mali. He hammered gold with Narhari the goldsmith, and dragged carcasses with Chokhamela. He gathered cow-dung cakes beside Namdev's Jani, and carried water and swept the floor in Dharma's house. He dined with Nama without shame, and held up the wall with His own body for a devotee. He drove Arjuna's chariot, and ate Sudama's beaten rice with love. He herded cows for the cowherds, and became the doorkeeper at Bali's gate. He paid off Yankoba's debt, and entered the womb for Ambarisha's sake. He drank poison for Mirabai, and stood as surety for Damaji. He carried clay for Gora the potter, and honored Mahatma's bill with His own person. For Pundalik's sake He still stands waiting. Tuka says: blessed indeed is His story.