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Wagholi Town.

That pillow over there too .

I don't want a single wrinkle on that cushion.

Hasn't Atiyogi Rameshwar Bhatt arrived yet?

He is yet to come.

He is busy in daily worship.

He will arrive in a few moments.

The great scholar Pandit Mambaji Buva !

Yes! It's me. Mambaji Shastri !

And this is my assistant, Pantaji !

Wow wow...

Today, Wagholi village became blessed.

Oh ... Atiyogi Rameshwar Bhatt has arrived

Mambaji, would you please stand aside for a moment?

yes...

Hail the victory of Atiyogi Rameshwar Bhatt...

Hail the victory of Atiyogi Rameshwar Bhatt...

Hail the victory of Atiyogi Rameshwar Bhatt...

Hail the victory of Atiyogi Rameshwar Bhatt...

The great scholar of Dehu village, Mambaji Bua

I bow down..

I saw your application...

Is it true what you say ?

What is that man's name ?

His name is...

I'll go and check...

What's this noise outside?

That Tukaram is dancing outside...

Ah, but why all the noise?

He doesn't dance alone...

Then ?

The entire Wagholi market is dancing with him.

Come on.. come on.. I'll show you all.

This is Tukaram..

Vidyadhar ... uh ... now

Don't hit me.. Oh mother...

Pant ... - Yes...

Yes, I tell them...

If you're all done, both of you, come inside.

Come on.. let's go.

These two were outside right now.

May Lord Rama, Krishna and Hari bless you.

I am Tukaram More - Ambile.

I am the son of Bolhoba More - Ambile.

Our origins begin with Vishwambhar Baba.

He had two children.

Hari...

and Mukund...

Vithoba, son of Hari..

Vithoba had a son named Padaji...

Padaji had a son named Shankar Baba.

Shankar Baba's son Kanhoba

Kanhoba's son Bolhoba...

Bolhoba had three children...

Savji, Tukaram, Kanhoba

I am the middle son among them...

My name is Tukaram.

Hmm...

What was going on outside?

Pant, forgive me.

But Lord Vithoba does something like this through us.

Did I do something wrong?

That's what I'm saying!

What were you saying in your song?

It's not called a song.

It is called Abhanga .

What do you know?

Oh, then what else can I say, Mambaji Buva?

If you get too close to Lord Vishnu...

That without using any intelligence... The composition, that arises from the soul...

It is called Abhanga instead of poetry...

And Bhat Baba, listen ...

Ordinary people like us can't do that.

Tukaram says there needs to be a special clan here...

Not a common man's job...

Here the word clan does not mean caste.

clan means special quality...

ok !

Are you going to teach us the meaning of words now?

Atiyogi, look, everything is going on like this!

This Tukaram...

He goes around boasting that he composes a new abhanga every day.

Only these villagers were coming under the influence of this Tukaram, till then we ignored him.

But now...

the knowledgeable Pandit Shastri joins in his kirtan..

And they discuss how the meaning of the Vedas is filled in his scribbled lines.

Everything is in trouble...

Sant Dnyaneshwar should compose..

My salutations to Dnyaneshwar...

What right does this Tukaram have?

Just like Eknath Maharaj says..

This Tukaram has destroyed the golden knowledge of the sants.

Some capable person should stop this Tukaram...

That's why I have come to you with a complaint...

Hmm...

What is he saying ?

What did I ask you?

What were you saying in that poem or Abhanga of yours?

What did I say wrong?

In it, you said...

The knowledge in the Puranas is just meaningless words!

...and those empty words have destroyed spirituality!

Even Bhat Baba recited the Abhanga!

hmm!!!

Just answer the questions asked!

What did I say wrong?

Even in the Upanishads, the Puranas are called "Pushpita Vak" meaning ornate speech.

Therefore, I simply tell my friends to follow the path of devotion taught by the sants.

Who told you to do this nonsense?

Who taught you this useless knowledge?

Sant Dnyaneshwar taught me this.

Alandi

Tukaram,

Hmm...

I will fetch some water from the river.

Big brother, give it to me, I'll bring it.

Don't worry, stay here.

Tukaram...

May Lord Rama, Krishna and Hari bless you.

Like a sighted man walking with a blind man on a road...

Similarly, we have to teach the ignorant person the knowledge of religion...

...by demonstrating it through our actions.

If you hold the hand of a blind man while walking on the road...

So the sighted man who holds the hand of the blind man,

At every step, the blind man has to be told about the potholes, turns, steps, and stones on the path.

And you have to walk at the speed of a blind man.

Just like that...

We should practice religion in a way that an ignorant person can understand...

Then he can be given knowledge of religion...

Hey Tukaram...

Are you able to do this?

If you bless me, I will definitely be able to do this, Mauli ...

Hey Tukaram...

Who are you talking to?

Oh what?

Hey Tukaram...

Do you talk to Mauli?

What does your Mauli tell you?

Does he teach you?

Big brother, when I come to Alandi, I don't know what exactly happens to me.

But when you play the first string of your Veena ...

That along with the chimes rising from it, the very veins in my body also start to ring.

And from that flow, the question comes...

Who am I?

So am I

Tukaram... My brother...

Big brother, Mauli must be telling me this, right?

Mauli ...

...not only Dnyaneshwar...

...but also Sant Namdev Maharaj has commanded us to compose Abhangs..

He had come with Lord Panduranga...

He told me to write poetry...

Don't say anything different than this...

Atiyogi, have you seen this?

This is such a boast...

He says that Dnyaneshwar Mauli himself gave him knowledge.

How could Dnyaneshwar Mauli have found this person alone in the entire city of Pune to impart knowledge?

I am saying the same thing.

These Warkari people have planned to hijack our Dnyaneshwar Mauli.

He was the Yogi.

And we are their devotees...

To give this to the common people...

...the knowledge of Dnyaneshwar is not the gift of some false god on the street.

You are right...

Forgive me...

But you don't understand Mauli's philosophy...

Avast...

Speak carefully....

You are a simple shopkeeper in a small town like Dehu...

How do you decide what a yogi knows and what he doesn't?

He is not managing the shop and is doing whatever he is not supposed to do.

Mother...

Oh Mother...

Hey Mahadya...

Are you going to let me live or not?

Like father... like children...

They have made my life unbearable!

Oh Mother...

You have been working since morning.

Drink some water...

My daughter is good-natured...

Mother, can I ask you something?

If you don't get angry...

You can ask,

I will not be angry.

You are angry with Lord Vithoba.

You curse my father and Lord Vithoba so much.

Then why do you keep the temple of that god clean and tidy?

You'll know when you get married.

But I will tell you one thing...

Your father has great love for Lord Vithoba...

And I maintain the temple of this black-faced god so that your father may feel good.

Mom, can I ask you one more thing?

Now?

How many more questions will you ask?

You can ask question, but only one!

What exactly does my father do?

I mean, does he farm?

Is he a respected person in the village?

Is he a moneylender?

Is he a preacher?

What can I tell you now, girl?

Whatever you just said...

He can do it all very well.

But ever since he started chanting the chant Ram Krishna Hari...

Since then, your father has gone crazy for Lord Vithoba...

Look at this...

Didn't I tell you? Tukoba can only be found here.

Yes yes...

Oh, if Tukaram is not found in Dehu village or Alandi village,

he is definitely found on Bhandara or Bhamchandra hills.

You are right...

Big brother, we searched for you in all the surrounding villages...

But what are you doing here on the mountain of Bhandara?

Kanhoba, Patil... Look...

Look how the fragrance of Brahmananda is spreading everywhere.

Come...come...come sit

Yes.. yes..

We are coming.

What can I tell you about who your father is?

If I were to say that he is a respected person in the village,

then the most innocent and simple-minded person in the village is your father.

If I were to say that he is a shopkeeper...

So today is the last bread we ate, my daughter...

There is nothing left in the house or in the shop...

This is what your father is like.

And this is his world...

Look, he has been to that Wagholi village since morning...

Has he given any message?

And I am your mother.

Do you know me or not?

I am known as a brawler in the whole village.

But what should I do?

the day before yesterday, Vatsala from the neighboring house came and told me

Hey Awali,

your husband is taking off his own clothes and giving it to the wrong man.

I was feeding you.

I got up just like that and hurried to the village...

Oh, have you seen Buwa?

No...

No ?

Hey ladies, have you seen Buwa?

No...

No ?

Now that...

Oh... Lord Shiva!

What's wrong, woman?

Are your eyes swollen shut?

Your husband has gone crazy!

Now I see that your mind has also been destroyed.

Oh Mambaji Bua,

Time will tell if my husband is crazy or not.

There is no reason for you to speak.

If someone shouldn't say, "Your husband is crazy," what should they say?

He sits there, chanting Vitthal, Vitthal, and banging his cymbals.

Is it ?

Yes

Then you are crazy too.

What did you say?

Oh, Awalabai...

what are you talking about?

Look at who you're talking to!

Look at that!

The great scholar Mambaji Buwa has gone mad.

What...

Is that what you're saying?

So what can I say?

You say my husband is crazy because he chants Vitthal.

So you keep chanting like Tukaram Tukaram?

Then what should someone say about you?

Well, we take the name of Tukaram...

Oh my God...

Hmm...

Because of you, I uttered my husband's name.

Step aside!

Lord Shiva!

What a woman she is!

I don't understand either.

I mean, how arrogant this woman is!

Don't be too smart !

This quarrelsome woman... look where she has gone looking for Tukaram!

Yes...

When are you leaving?

right now...

Yes, then go...

I'm leaving right away.

Please take my clothes that are in your hand.

I'll dry those clothes well and bring them back.

They do not feed while alive... - Hey Buwa,

But after death, they donate food .

This is all a lie...

Priests eat in the name of the deceased... - What is it ?

Panduranga... of this rituals... - Hey, what have you done?

Oh, Awalabai, today I actually let Lord Vithoba wear my clothes!

Look, I've only got the dhoti left on me.

Is it so ?

And where did your Vithoba go?

What do you mean ?

Can't you see him?

Oh, look not with the eyes of the body,

but with the true eyes of the mind.

He is sitting on that rock and chatting with me.

Panduranga.. tell her.

Is he black-faced sitting here?

Yes...

Is he sitting here?

Yes, of course!

How do you throw a stone at him?

Awali....

He is gone!

Look,

Look, he's sitting there on the riverbank, wading in the water.

Here ?

Oh yes ofcourse!

He ruined my family. - Vithal... Vithal

He is gone again...

Look, he's swimming in the river!

Vithal... Vithal

Hey, come on, you won't find him.

Listen... Listen Awali

How does Pandurang get hit with a stone?

What about you?

How dare you steal my husband's clothes and laugh at me?

Oh, you go, she won't leave you.

Come on.. you come home with me first. -Do you want this?

Stop being angry.

Let's go home.

please listen to me.

Where are you taking me?

You go in first!

I said let's go, didn't I? - Oh, listen to me, woman!

Be inside.

Hey, listen.

Why are you so angry?

Vithal... Vithal

What should be done with this man?

What to do?

What should be done with this man?

What to do?

Hey Atiyogi, this man speaks against religion.

He tells people not to go to the temple.

Oh, Awali...

Where are you going?

I am going to the temple of Mangalai.

Well...

Does your Goddess Mangalai meet you there or talk to you?

Is Devi Mangalai my friend, will she come when I call her?

It is a stone statue.

How will she move and speak?

Then why are you going there?

Stop going to temple !

Why ?

First of all, stop putting your head at the feet of the inanimate.

If you want to see the true God...

So look at the sky with an open mind and open eyes...

The clouds will appear to you in the shape of the god you devote...

Hmm...

See... See...

This person should be given a punishment that will be remembered... Rameshwar Bhatt

Hey, this hypocrite is telling people in trouble, not to even make vows to God.

Jai Jai Ram Krishna Hari

That divine Pandurang created the universe.

He created planets, stars, rivers, streams, seas, mountains, valleys...

Hey, he has also grown the crops in your field.

He even filled the seeds in that crop.

He also filled your stomach.

How can our God, who maintains this world, be greedy?

Will he accept a rooster as a sacrifice ?

Will that God ask you for a lamb?

Hey, how come your hands aren't shaking as you take the life of that poor animal?

How can you not feel your heart pounding while doing that?

Seeing that animal screaming in agony

How do your cruel hands work?

And what Patil?

So, it is said that gods come into their bodies.

God never entered the body of our Sant Dnyaneshwar Mauli.

Did they ever come?

They didn't come.

Has anyone ever heard of God coming into the body of Sant Namdev Maharaj?

Has anyone heard?

Is that written in any verse?

No, right?

However, many gods come into the bodies of these village devotees.

This is true.

If God starts coming into the body, what else is left?

Those people have gods in their possession,

so why do their children die?

If you can have daughters and sons by making vows, why marry a husband?

Got it?

If you want to have children by vow,

then a man and a woman should not come together.

It is an easy task.

Everyone should keep repeating the vows from house to house...

By doing that, every household will have children quickly.

Jai Jai Ram Krishna Hari

Why did you stop?

Why did you stop at taking the name of Lord Vitthal?

Why don't you say Ram, Krishna, Hari?

Did you stop because you saw this man?

Why?

This man is from a lower caste.

Who decided that this man is from a lower caste?

Why did you decide?

Remember one thing, Mauli.

You, us and this man... are all children of Lord Hari.

In this house and in the yard...

The children of Lord Hari have free entry here...

There is only one condition.

You should worship Lord Hari.

One should chant the name of Lord Hari.

Vithal...

All people have all the rights here...

Because in this Kali Yuga, chanting the name of Lord Hari brings salvation to anyone.

Sing with me...

Jai Jai Ram Krishna Hari

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Hey, you sleep...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Oh my God... is there some witchcraft or something?

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Oh God...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Oh, dear, how much work will you do?

Sleep now.

Yes...

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Hey, go to sleep now.

Oh my God, what a strange occurrence...

Mom, who's there?

Wait, I'll see...

Where is that guy?

O man, come out with us...

Who are you?

Oh lady .. stay away from this.

Hey man... you... come out with us.

Your god has come out to meet you.

Vitthal... Vitthal...

Let's go...

Who are you ?

Oh, Awali, where are my hand clappers?

What ?

Yes, I got it.

Let's go...

Hey... - Hey lady.. stop.

Where are you taking him?

Where....

Children... you stay here.. don't come out.

Vithal... Vithal...

Ram, Krishna, Hari

Hey Tukaram,

why are you deceiving people?

Pandurang....

Oh Bhagat... go talk...

Oh you...

Do you tell people?

Don't take a vow.

Don't take God's word for your work...

Why are you angry with us?

No, friend...

I'm not angry with anyone.

Neither on you.. nor on these priests who brought you here.

Mambaji, you know...

people have small tasks in their lives.

Someone wants their crops to grow well in their fields.

So someone wants to increase their lineage...

Someone wants health...

In short, people want a little happiness.

So does your God ask for a bribe for this little happiness?

A deity asks to offer rice at his feet...

A god asks to offer a coconut in front of him...

A god asks for anointing...

Some god asks for a rooster sacrifice...

I argue with God because I don't understand why he would make such a petty exchange.

Oh God, are you begging?

Then come outside the temple and beg for alms yourself!

Why are your agents present between you and me in the temple?

That's why I'm arguing with him.

Oh, but why aren't you fighting alone?

Why do you fight by dragging the whole village along with you?

Mauli...

If a single drop falls into a water pond,

ripples spread all the way to the shore.

Then if one of our Abhangas falls into this lake of people,

won’t it create ripples too?

Go, my friends, go...

I have no anger towards anyone... go.

And you…

even if you want it to stop, this storm is not going to stop.

Go now...

Don’t you feel afraid while going against the religion ?

Now I will never be weak, low-caste, or helpless again.

Tukaram says, “I have found strength within myself and gathered abundance of joy.”

Pandurang... Pandurang...

Just like this....

By playing such games of words, this Tukya deceives everyone.

He has filled his own house with wealth and grain.

It is so...

Every day, grand feasts of sweets and delicacies are held at his home.

Mother, please give me something to eat...

Mother, I am hungry.

give me something to eat...

I am hungry. - Oh, wait for a little while...

Mother, please give me something to eat...

I’m making the breads, aren’t I?

Please give it to me quickly.

Please make the bread quickly and give it to me.

Please make the bread quickly and give it to me.

Go, call Bhagirathi and bring her here.

What is this mother ?

Is anyone at home?

Who is this ?

Is anyone at home?

Is anyone at home?

I am coming out...

Oh mother...

Hey mother...

Oh, oh...

What is happening to you?

Huh?

Come sit here...

Who are you ?

Hey you...

Come sit here...

Huh?

Sit for a while...

I'll give you the water...

Yes...

Hey mother...

Here...

drink some water.

Hey mother...

I have come from far away, searching for my husband.

I came here by mistake.

I have been hungry since morning...

I just feel dizzy...

Can I get something to eat?

I have nothing.

Your house is so big...

Hey Lady...

I am not begging...

If my husband were with me,

he would have brought me anything I wanted in the entire universe.

He is wandering after someone... a man named .. some... Ram.

Oh God...

So your husband is also crazy about God.

Then you are right, lady.

He doesn't pay attention to you.

But I'm not lying either...

I have made a piece of bread for the children...

If I give that to you too,

what will I give to my children?

Yes...

You are also right.

Let it be...

You gave me water, that too was good.

I am going now...

Yes...

Oh mother...

Oh...oh...oh old lady...you sit down.

Sit down ... lady ... sit down

Sit for a while...

I'll see what I can do...

Yes, dear...

Take this...

Oh, but your children?

My Goddess Mangalai will take care of them.

You eat...

If we say, we are money lenders...

But we did not remain as lenders.

One by one, people in our family died in the famine.

Tukaram could not see the plight of the people...

So he drowned the debtor's paper in the river.

If we drown the debtor's papers in the river, what will we feed our children?

Please listen...

Please listen...

Now you don't even pay attention to farming...

Brother in law, you please tell him.

Please no...

That's right... why would you tell him?

He have put your share aside.

Don't say that, sister-in-law....

Please don't do this...

What are you doing...

Oh Awali...

...these are not loan papers...

It is like food for the children of those people...

Should we take away their food?

If this is taken away, will our children be able to eat it happily?

Pandurang... Pandurang...

Hey Buwa what are you doing ?

Pandurang... Pandurang...

Pandurang... Pandurang...

Awali...

Hey Awali...

What is it Vatsala ?

Please come here...

You eat...

Your children will be hungry, right?

I feel a little bad about giving...

Because...

...this bread is stale... so...

feeling bad...

But...

Take this...

Keep it to yourself. We don't want to beg...

Huh?

Oh Mother Mangalai Devi ...

Oh mother...

Bhagyada Lakshmi, grant me boons...

This is such a lie....he keeps telling us this...

It is said that God meets him...

So, O Atiyogi, we went to Pune and filed a complaint...

Take blessings...

Queen Mother... Please accept our greetings...

May you live long...

Did you call me?

Yes...

Some distinguished Brahmin class had come from the Maval region...

They had come with a complaint.

There was a complaint about someone from Dehu village, Tukaram Maharaj.

Tukaram Maharaj...

Queen Mother...

Bahirji was saying that a kirtanakar named Tukaram preaches to the youth of Maval to join the army of Swarajya.

Could this be the same man?

It is possible...

But there has been a complaint against him...

This complaint is about religion.

Unrighteousness will not prevail in Swarajya...

But hypocrisy will not work in the name of religion either...

I think you should go and investigate this complaint yourself...

As you command .. Queen Mother

Sarjerao...

Yes my King...

Moropant....

Yes my King...

Let's go to Dehu village tomorrow...

Yes..

Queen Mother...

May you live long...

Mahadya, I will beat you.

Children,

is Tukaram Bua at home?

No, my father has gone out.

Is there anyone else in the house?

I am...the mother of these children is still alive at home.

What do you want ?

We wanted to seek the blessings of Tukaram Maharaj.

We have come from Pune.

Are you crazy, coming from such a big city to this small town?

Hey sister-in-law, first look at what we have brought for you.

What is it...

Hey, King Shivaji has sent it especially for you.

Oh, bring it forward...

Put it there...

For us ?

Yes.. yes.. just for you...

Please have a look...

Oh Mother...

Clothes...

Ornaments...

Sweets...

Mahadeva...

Hey, Bhagirathi...

Look what they have brought for us.

Come...

Sit... Sit...

Eat this...

How many types of jewelry are there?

This is so beautiful...

Which of these jewelry should I wear?

Food will get stuck in the throat...

This also is beautiful...

Wait for a while...

Pandurang... Pandurang...

My son's food is stuck in his throat!

Hold on... I will bring water for you....

Pandurang... Pandurang...

Things were going well, then suddenly this man uttered the name of that black-faced god!

He is Tukaram Maharaj...

My son's food is stuck in his throat!

Pandurang... Pandurang...

Here Mahadev drink some water...

Take this...

Ram, Krishna, Hari

Who are you gentlemen ?

We have come on behalf of King Shivaji...

Hey Awali, what is this ?

Please look at this...

How many different types of jewelry have these people brought?

Laxmihaar...

Saaj...

Bormaal...

Thushi....

And these sweets to eat...

Yes...

All this has been specially prepared for you by the king's chef...

Yes...

It's very sweet, try it.

Oh, how can something that isn't ours taste sweet?

Mahadev, show me your hand.

You have wasted your whole hand...

How did you eat it?

And take off that jewelry.

Take those ornaments off...

But....

See how it looks?

Take those ornaments off...

Take those ornaments off...

But...

It dosen't belong to us...

Take those ornaments off...

Please let me have it...

Take those ornaments off...

Hey Tukaram Bua, what is this behavior?

Bhagirathi...

Show me your hand...

It dosen't belong to us...

Let's go...

How can something that isn't ours taste sweet?

You also...

Come inside...

Oh Awali...

Come inside...

Awali...

Move aside...

But please listen to what I say...

The kings have sent many things not only for your wives and children,

but also for you.

Is it...

What has been sent?

Here look...

These two torches with silver handles...

Come here,

Look at this...

this silk umbrella.

And look at that..

That decorated horse...

Especially for you...

What use is this to us?

Lord Panduranga has already sent this to us...

Long ago ...

He has given the moon and the sun, the ever-present lights.

He has constantly placed this umbrella in the form of the sky over our heads.

And it is He, who has given us these two strong legs to commute...

Torches, umbrellas, horses... it is not good to carry these.

Both the ant and the rich are equally worthy to us.

Gold and soil are of equal value to us..

King Shivaji is kind...

But tell him to take a vow of devotion...

One should constantly remember Lord Hari.

Not with this wealth...

But tell him that we will find satisfaction by chanting the name of Lord Hari.

Pandurang...Pandurang...

Still.. Listen to me...

Our king would be pleased if you keep all this.

I have told you how I will be satisfied...

Just give this message to your kings...

Vithal... Vithal...

Hon'ble Tukaram Buwa...

We will do as you say!

Oh... King Shivaji himself?

Pandurang...Pandurang...

King Shivaji...

Tukaram Maharaj...

Ram, Krishna, Hari....

Tukaram Maharaj...

I received your message, Tukaram Maharaj.

I am a king in name only...

But not now...

Now I have become your disciple...

... and a servant of Lord Hari...

You have put the veil of dispassion in our eyes, Maharaj...

You showed me the path to the meaning of human birth...

Baji Sarjerao...

Yes my king...

Moropant...

Yes my king...

You go back...

I have become a slave to the feet of Tukoba.

My king...

Hey king, what should we tell Queen Mother?

Sarjerao, tell Queen Mother...

...That King Shivaji recognized himself...

Instead of defeating an enemy hidden in a stone and clay fortress,

Tell her that King Shivaji is engaged in conquering the real enemies of the human soul, such as delusion, Lust, etc.

But my king... - Moropant Please listen...

Now I will go wherever Tukaram Bua goes...

I will spend my life being his shadow...

I want to spend the rest of my life listening to his sermon...

Tukaram Bua...

Tell me, where should I go?

Will you come?

Tonight my kirtan is at Lohegaon...

Let's talk there...

Come to my house right now...

Please come...

Pandurang...Pandurang...

Ram, Krishna, Hari....

Listen carefully, my king...

There is no other act of inaction like the abandonment of one's duty...

And my king...

It is the duty of Kshatriyas to take care of their subjects...

That duty should not be abandoned...

A true soldier is one who upholds the name of his clan...

He examines the enemy from the root and destroys the wicked...

After attaining the throne...

The first duty of a king is to protect his subjects...

But if this duty seems to be getting in the way of your dispassion...

So I will tell you a simple solution for that...

While doing politics for the public good, one should always be mindful of God...

With this, you will attain the knowledge of Bhakti Yoga, my king.

You will also get spiritual merits

And moreover, O King Shivaji,

your name will be engraved in history for eternity...

Pandurang...Pandurang...

We are all children of Lord Hari, this feeling should always be in your mind...

We are soldiers of the same master.

The more strength one has, the more role he will get...

If someone stood before the master in battle and saved him...

He is the glory of the heroic assembly...

But Tukaram Buwa...

If I want to follow the Kshatriya duty...

...so I have to resort to violence...

On the one hand you say...

Show mercy to people...

Keep the compassion of Lord Hari in mind...

Then Tukaram Buwa...

How to follow the Kshatriya duty without taking up the sword

Pandurang...Pandurang...

My king, compassion is not a cry of despair...

Kindness means taking care of the good people...

And the destruction of the wicked...

You must protect your subjects at all costs.

For this, one must sacrifice everything...

But at the same time...

Destroy the wicked who afflict your people without any thought...

Such evil people should be completely eradicated...

Only then,

will you attain the supreme Kshatriya status...

Tukaram Buwa...

Now there is only one question left....

The power of the invaders is immense at this moment...

Then how will my meager strength survive in front of them?

Pandurang...Pandurang...

Why do you say, my king, that your strength is small?

Oh, this great Sahyadri mountain range is your support...

Your father, Shahaji Raja, used this to develop a new Maratha style of warfare...

Pandurang...Pandurang...

A soldier knows what it feels like to be a soldier...

He runs quickly along the secret path...

Your soldier friends may know the secret paths of the Sahyadri Mountains...

Use it in battle to move with agility...

Deceive others by saving yourself...

Take everything away from enemy...

You must deceive the enemy in the remote jungle without losing the lives of your men...

Seize weapons and treasure from the enemy...

Don't let enemy chase you.

Don't let enemy know your whereabouts.

The warrior who can do this is considered the master of the place...

You should move your army in such a way that it will be difficult for the enemy to pursue you...

The world calls a warrior who can act like this a king...

Tukaram says that he who has such soldiers is the strongest hero in all the three worlds.

Whose soldiers know this science,

It is an undeniable truth that such a king will become the strongest king in the world...

Vithal... Vithal...

Your teachings made me realize my true duty...

Pandurang...Pandurang...

My king, someone has informed the enemy.

Adil Shah's army is rushing here...

We need to leave right now...

Wait... calm down...

Don't worry... nothing will happen to you...

Your brother is still standing here...

O Lord Shri Hari

O Lord Shri Hari, what is this interruption in your chanting?

These torments are deadly...

I am not afraid of death. If death is going to come, it should come now...

But I can't bear the pain of the distraction these people are experiencing...

We bow down as slaves at your feet...

Then, while chanting your name, should such a disruption occur due to foreign invasion?

What kind of behavior is this?

Why don't you just kill me instead?

Interruption of the hymn is death to me...

I can't stand to see people suffer.

I can't stand to see people suffer.

How can foreign invaders attack the servants of Lord Hari?

Vithal... Vithal...

My king, there is a siege of invaders outside, so do not be reckless...

If I saved my life today by putting sants like Tukaram in front of the enemy,

what kind of Gurudakshina is that?

Let whatever is destined to happen today at the feet of Lord Pandurang and in front of Tukaram, be it.

Let's go...

My king, if that is the case,

let whatever harm is meant to befall me instead of you.

we will take care of what happens.

Yes my king...

As Tukaram Bua said some time ago,

To stand as a shield before one's master in battle...

Now is the time, my king...

We will see what to do with that enemy.

Tukaram Bua .. bless us...

We are going, my king...

Har Har Mahadev

Oh my father, Lord Vitthal..

If you don't come to our aid like Prahlada's Narasimha in this difficult moment,

So from today on I won't take your name!!!

Don’t embarrass our worship like this.

Either come running to our rescue, O Panduranga,

or let our breath stop along with your name itself.

Vitthal.. Vitthal...

A handful of Mavalas held back hundreds of Hashams .

Hey... Step aside.

Vitthal.. Vitthal...

Vitthal.. Vitthal...

Vitthal.. Vitthal...

Hey...

You want me, right? Then leave those devotees of Panduranga alone.

Stop me if you dare.

Let's follow the king.

Pant, the king has called to receive the offering .

The king has ordered you to come inside to receive the offerings.

By the king?

let's go...

Vitthal.. Vitthal...

Vitthal.. Vitthal...

Ram, Krishna, Hari

Maharaj, we will remember every teaching you have given us.

Shivba,

the Panduranga himself stands as your protector.

Panduranga Hari

May we speak with you for a moment?

Are you saying something to me?

Yes, Awali bai.

huh ?

Who exactly are you ?

Your name and mine are the same... Jija.

Jija ?

hmm..

oh..

Mother Manglai...

you...

you mean, at our home... that... Shivba Raje had come, his….

Mother ?

Yes.

Oh okay...

but my husband is...

But we didn’t come to meet Tukoba here

I have come to meet that strong wife of Tukoba.

You...

I don't take any credit for all that...Queen Mother...

I mean, he keeps chanting “Vitthal Vitthal” and it makes him feel better.

And seeing that makes me feel better too.

Then, even if there is a shortage of food grains and necessities in the house, I manage to make ends meet.

hmm..

But Queen Mother...

Sometimes, he does a bit too much for people.

In all of that, he forgets that he also has a wife and children.

At such times, I feel really very angry.

I feel like…

Why should I risk my family for these strangers?

But then people come home…

Fall at his feet to receive his blessings.

And at that moment, all the anger in my heart melts away.

Oh, what nonsense I’ve been saying… forgive me.

You are absolutely right..

This is what you must keep in mind.

When my son was very young,

I taught him to walk through the blazing fire of Swarajya.

If the wise don’t burn their own comforts,

how will the common folk ever find warmth and shelter?

Goddess Ambabai has entrusted us with this responsibility.

To support such exceptional souls.

This isn’t something you can take lightly.

Alright then, we’ll take your leave.

We won’t be able to stay for long.

Queen Mother...

it's ok.

Be blessed with a long and happy married life.

Remember this well, Jija...

If you don’t stand strong

Tukaram can never truly become Tukobaraya .

hmm..

Take care of him.

And take care of yourself too.

yes.

I’ll take your leave now.

May the Goddess Jagdamba bless us...

We called the king with such effort,

but even he fell victim to Tukya’s hypocrisy.

Yes, of course... one thing I’ve understood clearly.

We simply cannot defeat that Tukya...

What ?

Why would I say that?

As long as the two of you are here…

Pantaji...

While we are speaking, don’t go on using your non-existent brain.

Oh, Atiyogi... he is so hardened, so shameless!

He makes Brahmins bow down at his feet.

Tukaram, is what Mambaji is saying the truth?

The same Narayan dwells within me and within you... As I am, so are you.

Because of this very principle,

the Warkaris greet one another without any discrimination of high or low, young or old, caste or class.

You are talking too much.

Do you write Abhang?

Hey, how can he write abhang?

These words don’t belong to him at all.

You spoke the absolute truth, Mambaji Buwa.

huh ?

These many abhangs spontaneously emerge from my voice and mouth.

ok.

I just don’t know how it happens.

Are you saying you don’t even know how it happens?

I’m telling the truth, I really don’t know how.

Someone might say that I write poetry...

So I want to tell them that this writing is not mine.

This is not because of my intelligence.

Vishwanbhar is making me say all this.

Stop it...

You are insulting the Vedas through your Abhanga... What will you say about that?

How can you call that a blasphemy against the Vedas?

I only said that by chanting the name of Lord Panduranga, one automatically understands the essence of the Vedas.

Who is the essence of all scriptures and the embodiment of the Vedas...

He is my companion and my soulmate..

Forgive me, Atiyogi

You try to reach God through the Vedas.

But because Panduranga is our friend and companion,

we look towards the Vedas through God Himself.

So you are bragging that God speaks through your mouth?

What I am saying is the truth.

Without my intellect even realizing it,

the words of Abhangas burst forth from my mouth.

Oh, there are so many strictly religious Brahmins in this region...

They are the epitome of pure conduct.

Even among those Brahmins, not single one speaks such a big thing.

This falsehood must be stopped.

If you write Abhangs or perform false Kirtans from now on, keep this in mind!

Don't mess with religion...

Yes...

And what should I do with the Abhangas that I have written before?

You live by the banks of the Indrayani, don’t you?

Then immerse your Abhang in the depths of that river.

Alright.

Oh Tukoba...

Not just because Rameshwar Bhatt is saying it...

But whether there is substance in my writing or not...

And to verify the truth of whether Lord Pandurang resides in my Abhanga as many people say...

I am going to perform this Jal Divya .

Yes, it’s you.

You... you are responsible for all this chaos.

Yes, it’s you.

Because of you, the learned scholars of the village insult us.

In their eyes, I am just the foolish Grocer

To calculate every grain to the last measure and earn a living from it.

Instead of sticking to that, I’ve started commenting on religion.

Then suffer…

suffer the consequences of it now.

What happened, Buwa.?

Why are you arguing like this?

So, you’ve come? Did you finally find time now Vithu?

What else can I do now?

I have to push this whole heavy cart of life and drag it along somehow...

Until my work is done, I would’ve left this world resting on your shoulders...

I came here only because you were sitting here so disheartened…

What can I tell you, Vithu?

You’re aware of all that’s going on in the village, aren’t you?

People who haven’t read even one verse of these Abhangas ridicule the entire Gatha.

Some call it an act of theft, while others claim these words aren’t Tukoba’s at all.

Vitthu, when have I ever claimed that these words are mine?

These are enemies, enemies who have marched upon me

These words, like enemies, strike me when I am least prepared, when I am defenseless.

And in that moment, I am no longer mine… I belong to no one at all.

The burden of those words becomes unbearable, and Abhangas burst forth like a rolling wave of lightning.

That burden of words is not mine...

not mine..

Then I'll write something on these papers of yours, saying that I should give away what isn't mine...

No... Oh words,

Oh Vitthu... today, it is you who must speak.

You must answer for all the humiliation that has happened because of you till today.

Look Tukaram Buwa…

If anyone saw you sitting alone talking to these Gaatha

... so he will go to the village and shout out...

That Tukaram has gone mad..

He is sitting alone talking by the river...

And then the whole village of Dehugaon will mock you all day long, like you're crazy.

Oh, but someone needs to tell them...

I am not talking alone...

I haven't been alone for the past few days...

There is constant association of Formless presence of Lord Panduranga all around.

And it can't be seen,

it has to be felt.

And to truly feel Him, this worn-out quilt of a body with its two hands, two feet, two eyes, two ears, and one heart

is of no use at all.

For that to happen, every pore of this body, and even the ears, nose, eyes and the heart, must be attuned to Him.

When the formless calls out to the formless, then the words of Panduranga can be heard.

And then, with the pen held in His fingers, He writes it upon your...

Look,

it’s only me talking since the beginning… you’re completely quiet.

Let me see once… whether the words written on your paper are true at all.

Otherwise, this mad formless one's slate would have remained blank.

In our house, words are the only jewels, And words the only weapons we strive to master.

No...

No more getting entangled in this illusionary net of words.

This..

this little bundle is the very source of all this trouble.

I will cast this into the Indrayani’s waters… and sit here firmly, waiting for His wondrous sign.

Take it,

Take it, Vitthala…

I have rejected You, turned You away.

I have taken down Your burden from my head.

Either grant me the experience of Your presence,

or let this worthless body wither away here on the banks of the Indrayani.

From your laughter, it’s clear to me that things have turned out as you wished.

Laughing

But still, if you could share the details, it would bring me even greater joy, Mambaji…

Yes.. Yes.. why not..

Ah... that Tukaram, is the great rebel!

While it is true that he agreed to have his poems immersed in the river,

but he would have done something different when he went to Dehu village.

That’s why I kept following him from here, constantly keeping an eye on him.

Tell me, Pantaji… isn’t that true?

Yes, of course…

see what a mess my poor bald head has turned into!

Enough of praising yourself… now tell Atayogi what exactly happened.

What could have happened...?

Pantaji..

Yes sir.. forgive me.

Stand a little further away.

Can anything spoken in front of Atayogi remain unfulfilled?

That Tukaram went weeping to the river and drowned his bundle of verses in the water.

And while doing it, he kept mumbling to someone who knows who it was?

Good… that’s how it should be.

This will definitely shut that Warkari up for good.

Amm..

Swamiji, are you feeling uneasy?

Since Tukaram’s visit, there’s been a burning sensation steadily growing in me.

Sometimes, by chance, a passing thought comes to mind...

There isn’t any mistake in the decision, right?

No, no, no… of course not.

Maybe something in what we ate caused this...

But your decision is right, don’t let unnecessary doubts bother you.

If needed, we’ll call a physician from Pune,

but you must remain firm on your decision…

I’ll go now…

my salutations.

my salutations.

Come on.

Let's go...

Atiyogi...

Pandurang...

Hey children,

so you’re playing in the water, are you?

Don’t be afraid…

I thought… Mambaji’s anger had followed us all the wayhere,

taking the form of a stone at our feet.

Go on, keep playing...

Come on, buwa… join us in our game!

Me ? Play ?

What shall I play?

Rolling stones on water

Oh, you mean spinning stones on the water, right?

Yes... Yes...

ok.. ok..

Let’s play

Ram, Krushna, Hari..

Come forward…

come here…

step into the water. We have to count the stones, okay?

Vitthal.. Vitthal..

One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five.. Six.. Seven...

The stone spun on the water 7 times.

Now it's your turn.. come on...

Put your ear close to the water...

Can you hear the gurgling sounds from deep inside the water… dubuk dubuk...?

Yes...

And do you see the entire sky drifting across the surface of the water?

Yes...

Take Mauli’s name and spin the stone across the water.

Vitthal.. Vitthal..

One.. Two.. Three.. Four..

Well done, my friend, well done

Now call out to your friend... Hey..

You go ahead and spin the stone…

spin the stone…

One.. Two.. Three..

Bravo... Bravo...

Carry on..

I made it to seven, alright? Let me know if you beat that!

Panduranga... Panduranga.. Panduranga..

You did it, buddy… you did it! Now come over here.

Come..

Come up here.

Vitthal.. Vitthal..

Sit here

But tell me, buwa.. how do you know all these things?

Back then, Kanhoba and I

used to challenge the Indrayani river just like this.

Today, I passed on to you the lesson our elder brother Savji Baba once taught us.

Flicking stones across the water

Savji Baba..

What happened buwa ..?

Have we done something wrong?

No..

While speaking, I was suddenly overcome by the memory of everyone...

Me, Kanhoba, Savji and our childhood..

As a child, I couldn’t understand much…

But now it’s all starting to make sense.

We used to go into a state of trance in Alandi.

Who am I?

So am I

We used to experience the same state of trance when...

When we used to adorn Kanhobi in the form of Vitthala...

We used to be completely mesmerized...

Let's go..

Let's Play..

Panduranga.. Panduranga..

Let's go... Let's go...

Hey, go get my cymbals and shawl.

Come on.. hurry up..

Come..

Come.. Come..

Vitthal.. Vitthal..

Mother Indrayani..

Like in my childhood, I’ve set up another game here on your riverbank, O Mother.

I’ve immersed my abhangas, my thoughts, my words, my spirit, and my soul completely in your waters.

And here I sit, insistently, in your lap, Mother, waiting for your answer.

Serving your feet is my father's legacy...

A life spent in the worship of your feet, O Panduranga.

In the past, my father protected your gate by fasting and performing rituals.

Because of this service, we are able to enjoy happiness in this world today.

This is the only legacy I have.

Staying at your feet...

I will be proud of this legacy...

And I will save this legacy

My father has achieved this position of service by sacrificing his own life...

O God, this devotional service has been passed down from my ancestors.

Vitthal.. Vitthal..

Joy overflows in my heart,

As Mother Mangala has entered our home.

Kaveri.. See.. She is Avali.. Tukaram's wife..

The husband is wandering hungry out there in the scorching sun...

Does she feel anything at all? She just sits there, grinding...

Hey, what's up.. you scoundrel?

What did you say?

I see her now...

What did you say?

I’ve been watching since then...

What did you say?

I didn't say anything... that...

She spoke out of concern for your husband...

Why are both of you worrying about my husband?

I am strong enough to manage..

He is my husband... I’ll take care of him and see to it myself.

Get lost...

They are telling me…!

Why are you staring at my face like that? Get lost...

wait mahadya...

Mahadev....

Hey.. What did you do this..?

I didn't do anything, mother

Hey..

I didn't do anything, mother

Oh my god..

What has he done?

Bhagirathi....

What has he done?

What has he done?

These measures was taken as a gesture of gratitude.

I have no other purpose besides this...

I cannot see this world sinking into illusion and materialism.

I feel very sorry to see this.

If this truth is seen with my own eyes

Then they will know that they have been freed from this suffering.

Panduranga Hari..

Santu...

Tukoba.. hey Tukoba..

Hey, it’s been so many days and you haven’t eaten anything at all...

I have brought the bread..

Please eat a little bit.

Oh.. Patil buva..

I am actually arguing with that Lord Panduranga...

I won’t be able to eat.

If you don’t eat now, then we will also stop taking food and water. Yes..

Please don’t do that… If I don’t eat, then my closed ones will eat, right?

What do you mean by closed ones ?

Panduranga.. Panduranga..

What did you do Tukoba?

What exactly does it mean that these birds are your relatives and friends?

Then what Patil baba..

Oh, these are our relatives...

These are our true ancestors.

Santu Baba.. Patil Baba.. KanhoBa..

Oh, you, me… truth… falsehood…

Before all this, only nature existed in this creation...

What prank did Lord Panduranga come up with that he gave birth to us humans?

And humans are also so wise... that they forgot even this nature and even started forgetting Lord Pandurang.

And if we keep forgetting like this,

then after some days,

this nature will disappear, and even your and our children will find it difficult to breathe.

That’s why we must remember from time to time

that these are truly your close ones, your relatives.

Yes.. you are correct..

The trees and vines are our beloved ones of the forest; the birds sing melodious tunes.

You do this like this... Now how can I sit and write on this riverbank?

And you’re saying something so nice like this…

If this isn’t written down, how much loss all of us will suffer…

Ok Santu baba..

I will keep this in mind..

Yes..

The trees and the creatures of the forest are my close companions;

The birds sing sweet melodies that echo devotion.

Panduranga Hari..

Oh dear Avali,

if you truly wish to behold God,

then with an open heart and wide eyes, just gaze at the sky…

The clouds will take the form of whichever God you seek and grant you a vision.

Always a black-faced god is seen..

Ripples of joy reverbate in this deep well of joy inside me...

Joy is an integral part of happiness.

What can I say? Something has happened...

There's nothing more to say, it just fills my heart.

Just as a baby in the womb loves its mother's every movement, and desires to be immersed in that experience...

In the same way, the soul has a deep connection with the Supreme Soul .

Tukaram says, Oh my Lord, You have poured this joy into my soul and stamped your holy name upon it.

These experience of divine joy are now pouring out of my mouth...

I recited an abhang…

Oh, did you listen?

I recited an abhang…

Of our beloved Tukaram buwa.. .

I recited the abhang of our Tukaram buwa.

Did you hear?

I recited the abhang of our Tukaram buwa.

Vatsala... Hey Vatsala..

Hey open the door..

What happened Avali?

I recited the abhang of our Tukaram buwa.

Buwa used to say every day, “Awale, recite an abhang.”

I used to say, “I don’t like your Lord Vithoba".

I don’t like anything about him.

But I don’t even remember anything, dear...

Buwa used to say, “Why do you have to remember it at all?”

When true longing rises in your heart,

the words will find their way to your tongue without you even trying.

Back then, I just couldn’t grasp it, you know…

Now it’s all making sense…

Just by reciting the abhangs by heart, my heart is overflowing with joy.

Our Buwa..

They are the ones who weave abhangs from their own hearts.

They must be overflowing with bliss, filling every place, dear...

Hey..

I have to find my Buwa…

Go.. go..

I’m taking some bhakri with me… they must have been hungry for so long.

I will take a leave..

I will come soon.

I will have to tell him that I said Abhang.

Tukaram says, Oh my Lord, You have poured this joy into my soul and stamped your holy name upon it.

Tukaram says, Oh my Lord, You have poured this joy into my soul and stamped your holy name upon it.

These experience of divine joy are now pouring out of my mouth...

Who knows where he will be?

I need to find him...

Oh God...

The thorn stuck in my foot.

What is it mother ?

What happened ?

A thorn pricked my foot.

Is it...?

Let me see...

Hey go away...

I said go away...

If you touch my body, beware!

What are you doing, Mother?

I am like your Younger brother...

And for that reason, I can bow down at your feet...

You don't dare to touch my body in any case ...

Leave me alone...

Don't you understand...?

Get lost...

Well, do you think I should go?

I said go...

Yes...

I am going...

Hey mother...

Mother...

What happened to you ?

I have a thorn pricked in my foot...

let me see..

Son, please don't.

Mother... please hold on.

Please no...

let me see mother...

Even though you're an adult, do you still cry like a child?

Hey mother...

Are you feeling better now?

Hey you...

Are you casting a spell on me?

Oh, your husband is over there by the river.

And where are you looking for him here? In these mountains!

I will punish you now...

I am going...

Oh Mother...

Everything is happening today, just as it happened that day...

Instead of going to the river, I came here to the mountains...

I need to find Tukaram Bua.

Let me find him...

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Oh Buwa...

Oh Buwa...

Hey,

why are you sitting with your eyes closed?

At home, your wife and children are screaming your name.

And you cry out in the name of Vithoba here.

Do you remember to have any food or not?

Do you understand or not?

Open your eyes...

What to say?

Oh, can't you hear?

You came here...

Oh goddess Manglaie

You must be very hungry, right?

How did you know I was sitting by the river?

Hmm...

Buwa...

Don't be too proud of yourself.

As God speaks to you...

In the same way, the trees, leaves, and flowers in the forest and mountains speak to me...

And that's not all.

A thorn in my foot told me that you were sitting here...

You are truly blessed.

As I say,

Lord Pandurang is making you do a more difficult spiritual practice than me...

Whatever you said...

Therefore, the curses you give to Lord Vitthal also accumulate in the chanting of his name...

You are truly blessed.

Oh, Panduranga should show some miracle here...

so I have dipped the Abhanga book in water and i am sitting here.

I don't see any miracles.

Lord Vitthal meets you everywhere and blesses you.

You are truly blessed.

You are truly blessed.

Why are you greeting me by touching my feet?

Why are you greeting me by touching my feet?

Why are you greeting me by touching my feet?

What did you say?

Did you immerse the Abhang in water?

huh ?

Why did you do it?

Why did you do it?

Who told you to do it?

huh ?

Hey, did you throw away all your knowledge just because some priests in the village made fun of you?

People cursing you is nothing new to you.

I'm constantly yelling at you at home.

You even endured my screams!

I cursed your gods.

Even then, you didn't fight me.

And some people in the village who were like dogs spoke badly...

So you drowned out the voice of God, which you yourself wrote?

I am really angry with you today...

Oh, that was the knowledge that taught people humanity...

People easily understood that knowledge while dancing, singing, laughing, and playing.

Did you throw away that knowledge?

Here? In the Indrayani River?

And what is it, Indrayani?

What... What...

Did you swallow that knowledge too?

This man doesn't understand...

But you were watching, weren't you?

Don't you like that the farmers, the rustics, peasants in the village are becoming wiser?

Buwa...

...by drowning out your Abhang Gatha, you have broken my heart.

Oh Indrayani...

Hey Goddess...

Give it back...

Give me back those Abhangs.

Oh Mother...

What use are those Abhanga poems to you?

Give it back, mother...

Oh, this man has poured his life into those papers...

Don't get those papers wet like that, Mother

I have surrendered to you...

I bow to you with folded hands...

For these Abhanga poems, he has suffered a lot...

More than Lord Rama...

Give those papaers back...

Don't wet those papers...

Give it back...

Give it back...

Look, take all your anger out on me..

I spoke badly to you...

Look... Look... If you listen to me...

So with the touch of those Abhang poems,

every drop of yours will become nectar.

We will worship your water like God...

Give it back...

Give it back... Oh mother...

Give back our collection of Abhangas...

Give that knowledge back.. Give that knowledge..

Awali come back... -Let go of my hand...

Let go of my hand...

You just sit here and play the cymbals...

I am going home...

And I will drown that Vithoba in water...

Hmm...

Awali, Please listen to me,

where are you going in such a hurry?

Awali, Please listen to me,

Such anger is useless...

Oh damn god...

Are you satisfied?

Are you feeling better now?

Why are you just sitting there looking at me?

Oh, the world has collapsed in the village of Dehu...

Now, at least free those hands on your waist and do something...

You won't feel better unless my family is completely destroyed, will you?

No...

You won't understand...

You will never understand the pain women go through...

My Rakhumai Devi will know...

I am praying to you, Rakhumai.

Please save us, mother.

Please save us, mother.

This is not just our poetry collection, it is the mother of all of us...

Goddess Rakhumai...

It must have been carried away by the waters of Indrayani, right?

Oh mother.

Please save us, mother.

Give back the poetic composition penned by Bua... I have surrendered to you...

Give back the poetic composition penned by Bua... I have surrendered to you...

Oh mother, give it back...

Abhang poems did not float on the surface.

Oh Lord Vitthal, why did you make me give birth to Abhangas?

Everything you did was a lie... Is that so?

Patil Baba, it is wrong to say that.

Because how can divine realization be false?

I have felt his presence around me constantly...

Now also...

I have felt the fragrance of God, His breath constantly around me...

I have seen the nature in front of me becoming God.

I have experienced the divine awakened in every human being...

Then hey Lord Vitthal...

What is my crime, father?

Even though I am not a priest, is it my crime to speak or write about religion?

Is it my sin to call out to the God who is present in all things and turning my back to the idol in the temple?

Even after so many days, you have not let the Abhanga poems float...

This means...

It seems that you accept the human steps created by the monopolists who claim rights over you...

Only the anointing of milk and honey brings you happiness, Father Vitthal...

Then why bother to create abhang poetry?

Why did you drive these poor people crazy?

In the hut in the forest, under the tree, in the field,

while tending, threshing,

plowing, laughing, crying, living, you made me go crazy for your name.

I foolishly drove them crazy...

Lord Vitthal... Lord Vitthal...

Hey Lord Vitthal...

Hear my plea.

You still don't let the Abhang poem float.

Do you want this Tukaram to be proven false?

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Santoba, what is that?

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Oh Tukaram's Abhang floated on the water...

Abhang floated on the water...

Oh Tukaram's Abhang floated on the water...

Oh you, go to the river..

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Abhang poems floated on the water

Tukaram's Abhang poems floated on the water

Lord Vitthal...

I cursed you in vain...

What a terrible crime I have committed against Lord Vitthal!

I put the Creator of the world to work for my stubbornness...

I have given my Lord Shri Vitthal a lot of trouble...

Forgive me Lord Vitthal...

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Shastri...

Oh Shastri...

Hey Tukaram...

Oh Shastri...

Tukaram...

Oh Shastri... Atiyogi...

Oh Atiyogi please listen...

What are you watching?

Go and see what's going on over there...

Here I go...

Attiyogi...

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

Tukaram...

Tukaram, my body is burning...

Immerse me in Indrayani...

Tukaram Buwa, please forgive me.

Let's go...

If your mind is pure, even your enemies become your friends...

Even wild animals like tigers and snakes cannot kill that man...

For him, poison becomes nectar. The blow inflicted on him becomes beneficial for him.

This always happens to him.

Suffering becomes the fruit of happiness for him.

For him the flames of fire become cool...

The soul loves a soul that is one...

This soul lives in oneness among all.

Tukaram says that Narayana has bestowed his grace upon him...

You learn this through experience...

Pandurang.... Pandurang....

Even Yama, the god of death, trembles at the mention of the name Tukaram...

Blessed Tukaram Samarth...

Who performed the feat..

Who made the stones and books float on the water like lacquer...

For Rameshwar Bhatt,

Tukaram and Lord Vishnu are one and the same...

I am a great sinner...

Forgive me.

Save me...

Who am I to save you? Rameshwar Bhatt?

Who am I to save you?

We should become servants of Lord Hari...

One should chant the name of Lord Hari ...

Then Lord Hari saves us...

And takes you by the hand and leads you to salvation...

Lord Hari... Lord Hari...

Ram, Krishna, Hari

Awali...

Awali getup...

What are you looking at me like that?

Tukaram Bua is coming...

Abhang poems float on water

The entire village has gathered on the banks of the Indrayani River.

Abhang poems float on water ?

Yes, of course!

Let's go...

Goddess Rakhumaie...

Tukaram Buwa...

As the Abhanga poems floated on water, Tukaram's name began to spread in all directions...

In Jayaram Swami's kirtan at Kolhapur

Bahinabai, moved by emotion after listening to Tukaram's Abhang, came to Dehu village...

And became famous as a disciple of Tukaram...

Rameshwar Bhatt now started supporting Tukaram in kirtan by playing cymbals.

Ten years passed...

And one day, leaving the ongoing kirtan, Bua came in and said...

Awali...

Hey, what are you doing? Hurry up...

I will go to my home now.

This message has come from the saints...

Tukaram says now his parents will take him home...

Let's go Awali...

How do you recite Abhanga poetry by the stove today?

Hey Mauli, you've suffered so much because of me...

Because you took care of this house like the earth, I have been able to grow as big as the universe...

Let's go...

Let's enjoy salvation together...

Let it be now...

I'm not going anywhere and you're not going anywhere!

The children will come have lunch now...

You too, come and join us after the kirtan...

Hey Awali...

Lord Pandurang has come with an invitation to have nectar! Come quickly!...

Don't say anything strange...

I'm not going anywhere now!

This message has come from the saints...

Hey listen...

Pandurang Hari... Pandurang Hari...

My Lord Hari has come to take me...

Hari... Hari... Hari...

I will go to my home now.

This message has come from the saints...

Tukaram says now my divine will come to take me...

Awali...

What's wrong with her now?

Awali...

Awali...

What is it Vatsala...

Now my children will come and say they are hungry...

You don't even let me make bread for them?

Oh, your husband is going to Vaikuntha with Lord Vithoba.

And you're sitting here making bread.

You won't even get to see him again...

In Vaikuntha?

Awali be careful....

Ram, Krishna, Hari...

Awali be careful....

Ram, Krishna, Hari...

Lord Hari has come from the other side...

He is holding a conch and a chakra in his hands...

The Eagle God is flapping its wings...

He is giving you the assurance that you should not be afraid...

The sun's radiance seems dimmed by the radiance of Lord Vishnu's crown and earrings.

Lord Vishnu's dusky complexion is as beautiful as the dark clouds.

He has four hands and a garland of flowers adorns his neck.

His dhoti is shining brightly, illuminating all ten directions...

Tukaram is pleased that the Lord of Vaikuntha has come home...

Be careful... be careful...

Ram, Krishna, Hari...

Ram, Krishna, Hari...

Buva wait...

Buva please wait...

Where are you going ?

Move aside...

please wait...