Tukaram, Poem 1587

I myself saw myself die, it was a festival of unequalled splendour. The three worlds were filled with joy, I became one in experience with the soul of the world. I was the slave of self-sufficiency; when I renounced it a glorious festival began. The uncleanness of births and deaths passed away from me; I put far from me the fetters of “I” and “mine”. Tuka says, I have impressed this on the world; I have stamped it on myself.