Tukaram, Poem 2520

He who shirks the kathas is a vile wretch, he who loves not Thy name is a rogue. Why was he born to cumber the earth, a thankless burden of his mother’s womb? He who courts slumber and cannot bear to stay awake, he is like one whose belly is loaded with ill-digested food. Tuka says, If a man hides his face from a katha, he drags both his parents down to hell.