Tukaram, Poem 2983

This secret I missed, hence I was caught in the chain of action. It pursues me closely and destroys me; it makes me pass through the womb. Because we imagine ‘Mine’ and ‘Thine’ to be different, the tether of illusion is fastened about our necks. Tuka says, I am made a beast of burden; I am frightened by tracks that have no reality about them.