Tukaram, Poem 807

I have driven forth desire and grown far from passion. Now, O Hari, who can henceforth fear death? Whether I am cast away in misery or mounted on horseback, my worldly state is Your province; I am heedless of it. The sense of honour and disgrace is vanished from me; pleasure and pain are rooted out. Tuka says, I have no anxiety now.