Original Marathi from the Tukaram Gatha
मराठी मूळ
कोडें रे कोडें ऐका हें कोडें । उगवूनि फार राहे गुंतोनियां थोडें ॥१॥
पुसतसे सांगा मी हें माझें ऐसें काई । रुसूं नका नुगवे तो झवे आपुली आई ॥ध्रु.॥
सांगतों हें मूळ काहीं न धरावी खंती । ज्यालें ज्यवो मेलें मरो प्रारब्धा हातीं ॥२॥
तुका म्हणे अभिमान सांडावा सकळीं । नये अंगावरी वांयां येऊं देऊं कळी ॥३॥
Tukaram Gatha (Marathi Wikisource)
English Translation
A riddle, a riddle, hear this riddle: one who has solved a great deal remains entangled by a trifle. I ask you, tell me, is there anything truly 'mine'? Do not sulk; if you cannot solve it, go ask your own mother. Here is the root of it, and do not grieve: let what lives, live, and what dies, die, for all is in the hands of destiny. Says Tuka, let everyone abandon pride; do not invite needless quarrel upon yourself.
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