Tukaram, Poem 2593

Penances practised while the heart is foul do but store up sin; those who practise them are set in motion by their own foul hearts. They are like kings who wrap themselves in royal dignity and secretly luxuriate in pleasure; they go down to hell. They subdue their senses but desire lives in their soul; they are stripped naked though they know it not. Tuka says, Since they do not worship Hari, all their actions are in vain; we should not look at them.