Tukaram, Poem 128

Ye is the sight of his even feet on the brick there; O Hari, let my restless mind repose. I desire no other illusory joy; send me, O God, no striving for such. The realms of Brahma and the rest are extreme misery; you permit the thoughts of men to be drawn thither. Tuka says, We have learned the secret of faith in Him; works of all kinds are ruinous.