Sometimes one must let one's life flow like water finding its way.
Sometimes one may lie in a bed of luxury
Sometimes one has to become what time demands of one.
Sometimes it is a gourmet's feast laid out.
Sometimes stale breadcrumbs for sheer survival.
Sometimes one travels in a comfortable vehicle.
Sometimes one goes barefoot all the way.
Sometimes one gets to wear the choicest garments.
Sometimes one has to wear tattered clothes.
Sometimes one has all the wealth in the world.
Sometimes one has to brave dire straits.
Sometimes one has to suffer the company of villains.
Says Tuka, know it well
Joys and sorrows must be equal on one's scale.
-Tukaram, Translated from Marathi by Dilip Chitre