You toil to preserve wealth; what purpose does it serve? Though you know this full well, why do you pretend you know it not? Sons and brothers that you love,—there is no real bond between you and them. There is no true friend, says Tuka, but Hari.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2437
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents