Tukaram, Poem 3459

The story of a battle is pleasant in the ears, but to take part in one is agony. The worship of Hari is like a cake on a pole; the man who distinguishes himself by capturing it is a rare hero. If we fatten up the body, it becomes a henchman of pleasure; the lord of Vaikuntha forsakes it. Tuka says, We ought to fling away the body, to gain the consort of Rakumini.