Tukaram, Poem 1054

He who observes not the eleventh day, know him for a living corpse. Death is measuring out his life, and gnashes his teeth with rage against him. He who keeps no tulsi plant at his door, know his house for a burial-ground. He who has no worshippers of Vishnu in his family, his raft for crossing the sea of life is foundered. The mouth that speaks not the name of Vitthobé is verily a tanner’s pit. Tuka says, His hands are wooden sticks, that goes not to hear the praises of Hari.