Tukaram, Poem 2440

Days and nights have fled past you; why do you go on saying “Mine, mine”? Time sits with a tally in his hand; he will not let you go straying for a moment. Why have you never known it till now? Your hair, your ears and your eyes are changed. Though you know what is best for you, though it lies in your power, yet you go on filling your mouth with dust. You know you are to die, yet you look for foundations and build a house on earth. Make speed, says Tuka, to seek the protection of Panduranga.