Tukaram, Poem 2467

Though they hear affectionate words they raise a quarrel, uncleanliness dwells in their body full of darkness; there is not a gleam of thought in them. You may listen to a child’s words with a smile; there is no credit in putting up with them. Tuka says, Advice is thrown away on a scoundrel; though he bathes to purify himself, he looks for other men's faults with the eye of a crow.