Dheere dheere re mana, dheere sab kuchh hoye. Maali seenche sau ghada, ritu aaye phal hoye.
Slowly, O mind, everything happens slowly. The gardener may pour a hundred pots of water, but the fruit comes when its season comes. The couplet is by the poet Kabir, who lived in the 15th and early 16th centuries.