Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2193

What avails preaching? It is wasted unless
our daily walk agree with it. The name of
nectar on the lips is a mockery when a man is tor-
tured by hunger. Though you pound and cook a
stone, how will you change its unyielding
nature? The bee gathers honey and stores it up
for other plunderers. A miser gathers wealth and
stores it in the earth, it is all earth with him,
whether in his hands or his mouth. The man who
enjoys the work he does—at his feet Tuka
bows.

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