Tukaram, Poem 1034

If you mean to ruin yourself, devote all your powers to gambling with dice. Then what becomes of Hari’s name? While you are asleep, Rama is awake; you have acquired for yourself pain and degradation from one birth to another. For the greedy and impudent whoremaster there is a road that leads into the pit. If you choose another way to hell, then be it your delight to speak ill of the saints. Tuka says, Make your mind mad after Rama, or your labour will be lost; you will be deceived and disappointed.