Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2195

When a tradesman’s accounts will not fit, he
lights a lamp and sits examining them.
Even so do you keep your mind awake, for
your own true good. Where a man’s wealth is buried,
there his mind clings. You struggle hard, says
Tuka, for perishable wealth.

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