Tukaram, Poem 2503

Place a kingdom within the grasp of a wood-seller; he will go back to his trade in wood. The slaves of desire have no rest; greed increases greed and lust lust. The joys of prosperity fail to touch them; the fear of loss interrupts their happiness and burns them up. Tuka says, When such a man feels the fear of death, he still struggles to save his possessions.