Tukaram, Poem 2390

A precious life is one spent in the service of others; we shall repent it if we do not break through the snares of the world. If thou, O Narayana, shouldest come to break them asunder, our pain will vanish in the twinkling of an eye. I am like a fly caught in stickiness, that is all that is left of me. Tuka says, I will improve things by crying out; I am being dragged away by death; run speedily to me!