Tukaram, Poem 1581

My own body is careless of me—where shall I go? To whom shall I talk about my true interest? Who is not busy on his own affairs? I alone have given up thoughts of the world. I am heedless even of my own life; how can I care about those of others? Tuka says, I live in meditation on God; I have brushed aside thoughts of “me” and “mine”.