Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3637

A man may please his fancy by eating flesh,
but he makes an enemy by doing so. Who
would take pity on such a man, seeing that his own
life does not teach him what another’s life is?
He sharpens a knife against the animals who
stand before him, but he takes the greatest care of
his own little finger. Tuka says, These people pound
up bones, and then shed tears over the misfortunes
they bring on themselves.

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