Putting on thoughts of honour and pride, we sing Thy praises. I have grown heedless of the body; I care for one thing alone. Wealth and poverty are the same to me; I have weighed them and set them aside. Tuka remains holy, and far from the stain of the world.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 886
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents