Tukaram, Poem 2572

A bedstead is like a mountain fortress to a bug; how much has he to climb up and down! As a man's sentiments are within him, such is his demeanour. A worm dwells in a fruit; it goes on wandering round the atoms; a fellow skis parched grain for a living and calls himself a king. A frog lives on mud; what does he know about the sea! Tuka says, Such is a man's worldly estate; how can he see that in it?