Tukaram, Poem 814

I need not care for my body now; I will be satisfied to mete out the treasure I have. I will employ my sight on heavenly truth: I am wearied by worldly matters. Here there is nothing fit to take with us; there is nothing to spend our life on; all is false. In birth and re-birth there is no removal of pain; we are always wretched in the world. If sitting in a boat brings us to the end of our passage, who could weary himself by exerting his arms? Tuka says, This is the sum of all, pass through the world like one sitting in a boat.