Tukaram, Poem 627

We will honour the dust of Thy feet; we will eat the scraps that are left of Thy food. We will tie up this infinite treasure in our bundles. Vitthala is fit for such poor creatures as we. All gain is accessible through Thy contemplation, and chanting the name of Govinda. Thus shall the vicissitudes of birth and death be abolished; this shall be a sure and easy road. I seek for the path of those who went before me; let us go on following the track. Tuka says, We shall bury this life under a slab of stone; we shall go straight to our own mother’s house.