Tukaram, Poem 3506

I have suffered in many rebirths; I have died
of hunger; but this was my best friend in the
world. Look after yourself; look after yourself,
for the body is perishable, and you have not yet
bestirred yourself to set it free from illusion. Even
she who fed thee with a morsel from her mouth
becomes a stranger to Thee; it is not that she does
not grieve for Thee, but she cannot release thee.
Tuka says, By wealth, and honour, and the sense
of self have I been corrupted; the world did not
suffer me to see the gain that now I possess.