Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3353

If we dash our head against a rock we shall break it, but the rock will not sweat in sympathy with the pain it causes us. A man may rashly adventure himself near a live coal, but what pleasure will he have in grasping it? Tuka says, If a man is sullen towards us, we look on his silence as we look on that of the sky.
Thus did a tiger seek to persuade a jackal, “Let me eat you up comfortably. You must infallibly die some day; why should you starve me to death?” “Excellent,” replied the other, “You have settled the proper course yourself. You are bound to perish; if you let me off, you will have a good deed to your credit.” “Oh! but this is what you ought to consider,” says the other. When one rogue meets another, this is how they naturally talk, says Tuka.

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