What dost Thou in Thy opulence know of the miseries of the poor? While men are giving, taking and struggling, you stand apart looking on with amusement. We count the days on our fingers and thumbs, forming hopes of some good to ourselves. Tuka says, We poor creatures are bewildered; when will You give us something?
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 1916
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents