Tukaram, Poem 1047

He who gives not a spoonful to the saints, who asks them for water, but pours out a bath for a maid-servant; who turns his back on the saints, but kisses a maid-servant’s brat; who ridicules the saints when he sees them, but cheerfully washes a maid-servant’s bodice; spit in his face, says Tuka, he goes to find what hell is like!