False is the world; Hari alone is real; apart from Him all the senses are futile. Silence is futile, a deceiving dream; all is fugitive, save thoughts of Hari. Futile is any acquisition save that of Hari; if you cling to Him, says Tuka, you will speedily pass to Vaikuntha.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 1665
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents