Tukaram, Poem 3642

Can prating produce endless bliss? You do but hurt your own vital organs. One man suffers from hemorrhoids; another, with the itch, laughs at him. One man longing for wealth wearies himself with toil; another, who is indolent, laughs at him. A consumptive man says to some victim of disease, ‘Stand further off’. A man with sore eyes tells another that his ears are crooked. Tuka says, I bow myself at the feet of all, and beg them each to heal himself.