Tukaram, Poem 3426

Water is steady where its bed is smooth, and unsteady where it is rough; a broken slope sets it roaring. The secret is easy, but people do not control their mind; the demon of error is deeply rooted in the mind. Water cannot break up the orb of the sun; imitate him and not his reflection. Tuka says, My man dreads a rope till the truth has penetrated his mind.