Tukaram, Poem 2963

The fields are flooded with water when the time comes; there is no use in following any other courses. This is ordained by the Doer of all; the measure is filled to the brim with rules for everything. Should the clouds pour down rain in the cold or the hot weather, the rain poured out will be waste of effort. Tuka says, Some grubs live in poison and others in nectar; if you change their habitations they will not live.