Tukaram, Poem 1326

Roll up the letter; tuck your cloth up behind your back. I have taken faith for my escort; now see where I am! If you entangle yourself with the world, you will lose true life. My confidence is unfeigned; I have given up idle words. O embrace Hari, escape the cycles of re-birth! O fool, be ashamed! madman, trample on the world! Let faith dwell within you; listen to my words. Give up the object you have fondly chosen; fix your desires here; turn your back on the world; rock yourself to and fro delightedly; put away those weary speeches. You are weary. O child, feebleness lies before you. Now stand still, stand upright and observe; be a pig, an ass, and a dog no more. If any has won for himself a good name, I have. Tuka says, Other girls have been worn out.