Tukaram, Poem 2760

Speak to me no more of the world; I will listen to no speech but speech of God. When a man has achieved prosperity, who will scrutinize his merits or demerits? But all the possessions I acquired, from long ago till to-day, thieves have stolen from me. Only when the leaves are pruned off can we expect a crop. Tuka will have no huge error left to entangle him.