Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 240

We lack at the feet of Vithoba? Not a single thing.
To distribute the mind among all the objects around us
is to make it a beggar from door to door.
Who is mighty save my Vithoba?
Tell me any that is glorious save Him.
Tuka says, There is liberation in Vithoba’s village;
let us carry off this treasure that costs us nothing.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents