Tukaram, Poem 1812

A lover feels neither fear nor shame, he treats his body like a pile of mere grass. This world is the play of a wondrous power, it shows the skill of the agent, destiny, that brings to light its manifestations. One man's desires are fixed on wealth; he cares for nothing else. Tuka says, A hungry man cares not what sort of food is offered him, whatever is placed before him appeals to him at the moment.