Tukaram, Poem 2292

I have no love for my own body; how can I care for those of other people! Ask God, if ye will, to give you such worldly honour as ye desire; entangle yourself in the net of actions. I have delivered over my body to experience what belongs to it; I live apart from honour and dishonour. Tuka says, Who would spend words on such a matter? He would only be increasing trouble that ought never to have existed.