Tukaram, Poem 1321

A riddle, a riddle, listen to a riddle! Unravel it thoroughly and set yourself free! I ask you; you must tell me, what is “I” and “mine”? Do not be angry! I tell you the truth that lies at the root of all; do not feel disappointed; what is born, let it be; what is dead, let it be dead; all is determined by our past. Tuka says, Let all abandon pride; let them keep illusion far from them.