Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3375

It is the sense of self which divides us from him
and ruins us; it is this which, in this world,
pollutes us. He whom it touches not, he is blest;
he is a light to lighten his family. This sense of
self is self-slaughter; it keeps us from attaining
the truth. Tuka says, It leads a man to hold his
head high and keep on complaining.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents