“What can we get out of him? Who can go on singing for ever? The praises of Hari have beggared us; even sleep deserts us. This troublesome noise interrupts our work and occupation.” Tuka says, This is what brutes and scoundrels think.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 1019
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents