Tukaram, Poem 1585

Trees and bushes and creatures of the wilderness are my friends, the birds encourage me by their sweet warblings. This pleasure heightens my delight in solitude; neither the faults nor the virtues of men affect me, the sky is my canopy, the earth my bed; there my spirit finds pleasure and diversion. A ragged cloak and a gourd serve the purposes of the body; the wind tells me the time of the day. The preaching of Hari will afford me a dinner of choice dishes, I will prepare many kinds of them and eat them heartily. Tuka says, I shall converse with my mind; I shall talk to myself about myself.