Tukaram, Poem 2404

Take whatever you can find in the marketplace, before or after you will never meet with it again. You will be tortured by fear, you will pass through the eighty-four lakhs of rebirths. None will stay with you in your pain and sorrow; the road is but one foot wide; to whom can you complain? You will be yoked to the mill; the driver will not pity you. Tuka says, Look to your welfare while it is in your power.