Tukaram, Poem 1313

You stupid child, why did you not cry “Enough”? Because you feel ashamed, you put up with it and you have been sadly plagued. You were quite free; why did you join in the game? Now you cannot shake off the rider who is mounted on you. Suddenly you joined the company and embraced the game; you chose one side and took many riders on your back. Time sets the humble on high and brings the high down; you cannot escape while you are engaged in the game. You have given up your old shelter; now you are grasping at straws; but he who leaps up will fall down: remember my words. Tuka says, As long as you kept your hands and feet from the game you suffered no misfortunes.