Tukaram, Poem 2926

He who implores has no capital but his own entreaties; it rests with him who gives to preserve his own good name. The child runs and lies on his mother’s lap to be suckled; it is then for his mother, of her kindness, to give him the breast. Tuka says, Protect us as the tortoise protects its young; the threads of the puppets are in Thy hand.