I set my heart on things needless; cursed be the robe that I wrapped them up in! It is good now that I have seen myself what was truly worth seeing. I have learned by profit what loss is; let me keep the two distinct. Tuka says to himself, Whence all this vain glamour of the world?
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 872
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents