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.