Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3332

When seed falls on deep, moist soil, it bears an
excellent crop; the labour spent on shallow
soil is wasted. We will not barter anything for
false goods; that will only waste the store in our
own bundle. Who is satisfied with a fine show in
this world, a false exterior coupled with a real
desire for a bellyful? Tuka says, That which will
pass the test of fire, that alone will pass muster
here—the genuine article.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents