Tukaram, Poem 1222 a

We have imprisoned him within us by closing the doors of the senses; keep him safe there, him the primal cause of things. This is he, the thief; we have caught him stealing; put a noose on him, clasp him to your heart and vex his mother. This is what blocks her path, her love blinds her; he gets her into trouble, ties her hands and runs away. The knot of doubt is unfastened when we meet him; we have broken loose, we shall have leisure now to accept him. Tuka entreats you, loves other worthless ones; choose him; we for our part bear his burdens.