Tukaram, Poem 1774

While a child is in the womb, who takes loving care of it? How skilful is he who holds the strings of the universe! A snake devours her young as they are delivered—if any escape, who is their mother? A cocoon hangs up in mid-air; who supplies food for the creature in it? There is a living thing in the heart of a rock—who gives it life and existence? Tuka says, Be firm, and cast an undaunted glance on whatever is to happen.