Tukaram, Poem 2245

The rain falls through its own nature; the soil yields crops according to the luck of each part. The seed will yield its own fruit in the end; the profit or loss that is made on it will depend on the soil. A lamp makes no distinction between its own master, a thief, and an honest visitor; they are all alike illumined. Thorns serve as food to the camel, stones to the partridge, pearls to the king-goose. Tuka says, A man’s own liking is the cause; Narayana turns himself into food suitable for each.