We have started out on an auspicious day; who will go back now? Be things as they may, if we have to sacrifice our body, what need we care? The soul is in constant dread over the possessions that fall to its lot. How is it, O God, says Tuka, that we pass our life in misery?
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 3501
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents