Tukaram, Poem 2546

Can we live in the world and attain the highest, can this be so, O ye who know the truth? In a bundle of sugarcanes that have been squeezed every cane is dry; how could you choose out a sweet one there? How could you have comfort on a bed full of bugs? It would be foolish to mention such a thing! Tuka says, When a man is drunk enough to throw off his loin-cloth, advice offered him against drinking is worth a wisp of straw.