In plain words
One piece stayed in her hand. This Tukārām laughed with joy. He himself tells the reason why this Tukārām laughed. "All the while I was bringing these canes in the cart, I kept thinking what share to give the children and what share to give my wife. Now that trouble of mine is over. Your share has stayed in your hand. The share that fell down will do for the children." He said. He rejoiced, saying, "How evenly you have shared it out!" With a forbearing spirit of this kind he went on recognising only equal-mindedness.
You may all have recognised the principle of Draupadī in the Mahābhārata too. Aśvatthāmā cut the throats of her sons as they slept in the dark, and went away. She sank down with a grief she could not bear. Seeing this grief, Arjuna vowed that he would catch Aśvatthāmā, bring him and behead him before her eyes. Arjuna caught him and brought him. As soon as she saw him, Draupadī ran and clasped his feet. "Master!
They did not come at you in fury bearing weapons, they were not on the field of battle; not the least wrong did they do you; with the pride of strength, in the dark, gentle-formed little children, without the skill of battle, lost in sleep: alas, how did your hands move to slay them?"
And not only that:
"All our men of old learned the loosing and the withdrawing of arrows and every art of arms from Droṇācārya; you are Droṇa in the form of his son; with not the least compassion in your heart, is it right to cut down the sons of his disciples?"
In this way, poor soul, Draupadī kept pleading with him. Arjuna grew angry and raised his sword. Draupadī stood in the way. "My lord! This is not good. As much as I am grieving because my children are gone, if this child is gone his mother too will grieve as much, will she not? What has happened to me has happened. My sorrow can no longer be escaped. This I must surely bear. But when you cut down Aśvatthāmā, how much Aśvatthāmā's mother will grieve! Her heart too is just like mine, is it not?" So she tried to recognise this sameness. So the mother's heart is one and the same in all. As much pain as the loss of your son is to you, the loss of another son too will be just the same to that mother, will it not?
In the same way, for all who enter this service: as much pain as it is to us when someone reviles us, in just the same way, when we revile others, is it not pain to them?