Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 392

Methinks you have turned forgetful; but we
remember your pledges; you display your
title of Saviour, but, tell me, how will you explain
it? I am not, like you, hungry after wealth; I
shall talk of anything else and chase away that
desire. Tuka says, I shall renounce the body; I
shall wave it round you together with pride and
cast it away.

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