Tukaram, Poem 3604

Why should we live on with the mere name of worshippers? Jewels are finery that is bound to perish. Let us exert ourselves, and gain something real; we can then display it openly, and satisfy our desires. Anything is excellent that can be weighed in the scales of truth; but how long will a gilded article deceive men? Tuka says, Do not ruin me, O God, by fettering me to the past and future.