Tukaram, Poem 350

I had fallen into confusion and desire of what is worthless; through pride I had grown false and culpable. It is well that my eyes were opened or I should have suffered anguish. All creation is weeping tears through its own misconduct. My mind is so pre-occupied by gain that I have forgotten death; it will never turn back from its purposes. Tuka says, If a man remembers not Narayana, he stores up wealth and dies and leaves it for his children to quarrel over.