Tukaram, Poem 1263

Let us collect our cows; why are you
asleep? If we make an uproar, our
mother will beat us when we go home. Cry out
the proper cry to your cows; each cow will turn
round at her master’s call; that will be enough to
rouse her attention. If you do not understand the
game or the opportunities when they come, you will
find yourselves all unhappy together.” Tuka says,
If you won’t learn, you will be brought to beggary;
run all of you in turns and catch the cow of the
mind.