Tukaram, Poem 320

How long will you endure the dizzy whirl of time? See, it is every day chasing you. Save yourself from the eighty-four lakhs of rebirth; go and supplicate Panduranga. When the body is born, death is born with it; in the same moment it is born and dies. Tuka says, Your line of lives is like a string of vessels on a water wheel, each will be released when its pot is broken.