Tukaram, Poem 2415

Steep yourself in the delight of Him that delights Lakshmi; why are you charmed by the butterfly hues of the world? The body is a perishable deposit that lies with us; kill the affection you have formed for it. Your time is not your own; wife and wealth are transient; at the last hour your friend is Vittho; hold Him fast, says Tuka.