Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 606

A mother sets her children quarrelling,
through fond curiosity; she watches all that
happens herself. She calls one girl her own and
beats another, yet both are near to her heart.
“Yours is a big piece”—“mine a small one”—
these desires and grumblings are baseless talk.
Tuka says, There remains in one spot the secret
that saves us from all exertions.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents