Tukaram, Poem 3003

Worn-out ox is belaboured because it will not rise from the spot when it lies down. Even so obstinate is my mind; run to me; I abhor this spirit of self-will! If a man leaps down a precipice in fear of a pursuer, he knows not whether he will live or die. Tuka says, Such an affliction as this do I suffer; I call upon Hendarenee.