Tukaram, Poem 2233

Devotion is hard to compass, like a cake spitted on a stake; he is a rare strong hero who can carry it off. On every side I see heaps of semblances, like hurried walls built without foundations. It needs hard work to make your cooking delicate, then it is well-flavoured and gains commendation. Tuka says, The mind needs a goad and a new day of vigilance every dawn.