Tukaram, Poem 3458

You may heap up millions of riches, but not a rag leaves the world with you. You may chew betel-leaves beyond number, but your face will be wan when you depart. You may love beds and mattresses and cushions, but you will keep company at last with the cow-dung cakes. Tuka says, Rama is our only refuge; if you forget Him, you will suffer misery.