Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3384

Wheat can be prepared in many forms; the
tongue dances through the pleasure they
give. Though the dish be finished, yet pleasure in
it reappears, as the sea shows us waves following
each other. The mother never forgets her child;
though once she has suckled it, she suckles it again
and again. Tuka says, Some sweet juice is left
in the mouth, and we taste it again and again.

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