Tukaram, Poem 2443

There is a Measurer sits measuring Your lives, why do you traffic with the world? He will drag you off before you know it; O be not heedless of Hari! Fierce will be the pains wherewith Yama will torment you; your friends will be left far from you; O make haste to remember Hari! How long will you go on in your folly? says Tuka.