The beggar-master, robbed of everything and with nothing but a loincloth, tells his dog: 'you alone are my kin, my son, my household, my friend' - and calls his broken potsherd and his dog 'my everything.' The poem's quiet thesis is that wealth is relationship, not possession: the poorest man in the story is also the richest, because he has one being who is loyal to death, while the rich man with his hoard has nothing and gives nothing. "My loincloth alone is my fortune; you alone are my kin, my son, my household, my friend... the dog alone is my kin." (vv. 23-25)

— In our words · Source: Śvānastavakāvyam (The Dog-Praise Poem) (Jñāneśvara of Davuldeṇa)