Cursed be the liar; why did his vile mother bear him? There is a scowl on his face; resentment burns in his heart. His face looks like a broken cake of cowdung. Tuka says There is no peace in his heart.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2496
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents