Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1820

While you are hardening an animal, it can-
not bear even the wind; when the creature
has borne the process it can move under a load.
Such is the trial we must exact from ourselves;
we must teach our joys and sorrows to vanish
in our mind; the milk keeps bubbling till it is
turned into butter, then it turns quiet. Tuka
says. If a man can survive the blows of the chisel
then everyone will fall at his feet.

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