Tukaram, Poem 2972

The seed assures us of fruit if we take care of it and water it. If you take a bite at it through greedy desire, the misadventure will end in a piteous cry. This body of ours is but a narrow strip of land; such sentiments ripen there as you sow; if you narrow your soul, you will compass nothing but lamentations. If a man buries his wealth underground, and leads a life of wretched penury, though happiness is next-door to him, his delusion makes him wretched. Tuka says, If a man loses his bearings, he wanders away from the place he wants to go to; what I say in this matter is final, it is proven by experience.