Tukaram, Poem 857

If honour increases; do not repose on it; love of the five elements will make you as one of them. You must torment your own mind, or the organs of sense will drag it after them. When a man mingles with another, he will contract his colour through assimilating his own to it. Tuka says, God dwells apart and unconcerned; in human souls a spirit of change is ever at work.