Tukaram, Poem 2468

One who eats dirt would find nectar disgusting; the foul nature loves foul things. You need not be curious about the depth of a dung-hill; beware lest you go near a wicked man, O saints! A mongrel breed has repulsive points, they inspire disgust in us. Tuka says, If spurning and spitting are all a man’s possessions, what good can you do in his house?