Tukaram, Poem 1157

Abandoning Hara and Hari, they put their faith in worthless deities; listen how they have brought God and piety into contempt. They wear strings of cowries on their necks and carry a filthy wicker basket; they wander from door to door with their chains about their necks; they are dogs in human shape. They paint their faces with vermilion and gnash their teeth; they carry Satvi’s jute. They worship the monstrous belly of Ganesa and the elephant’s brute trunk. Their idle desires have led them from the path; their faith and worship are false; such are they, says Tuka, who worship any other than Vishnu and Siva.