Tukaram, Poem 2987

He is the begetter of my soul, the begetter in gross of all souls. In Janardana, the chain of men’s actions is brought to a close; but with other gods, the mischief of error still goes on. If we fail to keep our minds awake, we may confound left with right. Tuka says, If you cut branches and leaves from a tree, though you sprinkle them with water, they will soon be dead.