Tukaram, Poem 1583

This world is merely a halting place on our journey; so I care nothing about the life of the body. What true end can we meet with while we are passing along the road? We ought to move speedily to our own place. I conduct my worldly affairs as an actor plays his part; I am not fettered by excessive love for anything. Tuka says, I have begun to spend my store of merit; what is there to gain in giving and taking worldly goods?