Tukaram, Poem 1038

Why do you make a slave of yourself, an ass loaded with the burden of the world? Sweet viands are pleasant on the tip of the tongue; but they lose their savour when the stomach is filled. If you pile up sensual pleasures from every organ, still they pass away and leave no trace with you. If you gaze on Vitthoba’s form till you are satisfied, you will feel no further thirst of desire. Tuka says, Why do you sever yourself from God to gain what is perishable?