Tukaram, Poem 2474

A bud on a dry stock comes to nothing; even such is the intellect of an unsteady man. This is why I avoid all other men; my mind will turn obstinate if it passes through a filthy channel. We fear snakes for their poison; Thou knowest all this, O God! Tuka says, A stunted plant will never attain its full growth; every man’s own faults keep him back.