Tukaram, Poem 739

The mahura bears not as many fruits as flowers, for there are some that drop off; there are few of them that ripen; and ere the layers are cleared, the destruction still goes on. Few are they that reach the goal, for the last stage is the hardest. Round the master are servants high and low; but he alone knows how they serve him. Few are the marksmen whose arrows reach the shining mark; you may call him your friend who reaches the farther shore. Tuka says, Who would believe in outward show?