Tukaram, Poem 31

I was caught in the net of the illusory world, but this Vitthala took mercy on me. He rescued me and set me apart and showed me the form that I view with fond and curious love. I see others leaping and dancing and displaying fond interest in the world; they have found their pleasure in treating the false as though it were true. Others too I see weeping and sobbing and breaking their heads for grief; in weeping for their friends they bring on their own deaths. Tuka says, I marvel at my own words.