Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 516

You say you have no merit; do not talk in this
way. Shout out Hari’s name; in good sooth
do not waste your birth. Your neck will be caught
in the toils of Yama: then how can you say
“ Hari”? Do not, O do not say foolishly, the body
is meant for pleasure; do not, like a low wretch,
say the body is infirm. Tuka says, How often
shall I tell you, your mouth will be filled with mud
at last?

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