The measure says, “I measure all,” yet its master fills it and lays it aside empty. O God, let pride have no power to arise in me! This seal is current through the country, without it who would receive a wretch like me? Tuka says, The majesty belongs to Him who holds all the strings in his hand.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 70
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents