Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3514

Your comrades depart one after another; how
can you imagine yourself secure? What will
you do when you are left alone, and the hour has
drawn nigh? Be then at least so far vigilant as
to set yourself free. Ears, hair, and eyes—these
are slowly taking leave of you. Your teeth are
dwindling in number, your jaws tremble; all that
is left is your tongue lolling about helplessly. All
these, says Tuka, have compassed your downfall.

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