Tukaram, Poem 3538

After many lives, you have at last been born
a man; now make yourself a friend of God.
Good sir, make now your true welfare your own
object; seek your profit no more in unprofitable
deeds. Give up now the path of crooked designs;
there is a straight road before you to Pandhari. The
very source of joy stands there upright on a brick.
Tuka shouts his name aloud.