Tukaram, Poem 1048

A man who shows hospitality to his friends and produces a rod for the saints, who belabours a cow when he sees her, and is glad of a horse’s service, who gives fruit and flowers to a harlot freely, but never a morsel of betel nut to Brahmans; who cherishes his wife’s family and drives out his father and mother, Tuka says, spit in that man’s face; he goes to find what hell is like!