Tukaram, Poem 1027

There is no peace for the servant of the world; his occupation is never absent from his thoughts; the service of God is entirely deserted; a riot of self-indulgence goes raging on. Toiling night and day he cannot satisfy his family; it is hard for him to gain a sight of God. Tuka says, O destroyers of yourselves, your action is suicide; you have altogether lost Narayana.