Tukaram, Poem 2225

There is none who does not love son, daughter, wife, horses and treasure. A sick man swallows neem leaves, because he finds relief in them; they chase away pain and disease. Does any one run after thieves to enjoy their company? If we see one doing so, we ought not to block up his path. The man with an object in view knows what to do; we ought not to hinder other people. Nevertheless we shall find the highest treasure, says Tuka, when we wave our own soul around it and cast it away.