Tukaram, Poem 2189

No words can secure you this knowledge of
Brahma; you must realize in your mind
that you and God are one. Why do you waste
words multiplying vain discourse? It is mere
pedantic toil. “I am God,” you say to men, yet
you look with desire on sensual pleasures. You
talk to your audience of the sweetness of nectar,
while you are dying of hunger. Tuka says, Only
if your restless passions cease, are you the pure
eternal Brahma.