Tukaram, Poem 834

He holds lightly at all times the place of Brahma, whose treasure is still Hari’s name. The joys of Indra’s heaven he counts not joy, but a sickness of mortality. The empire of the world is useless to him; he esteems the sovereignty of hell an evil; he counts the height of mystic power as nothing, and the joy of liberation as sorrow. Tuka says, Away from Hari he deems all life wretched.