Tukaram, Poem 2350

We are stout servants of a powerful master; we have girded up our loins to fight Time and Death. What deference then can we show to men? We have gone beyond the physical world. I have slain the six enemies, the stout rulers of the world; I have secured the treasure in view. Tuka says, One place remains for me to seize; all else I have I counted as vile as stubble.