He is like a black-faced dog; he eludes men’s eyes and acts outrageously. Fie upon his saintly claims! His conduct pollutes his own mind! He repeats spells to bring people under his power. Tuka says, Verily he is lost; he will come to no good.
In calling himself a worshipper he deceives himself; why does he eat cowdung thus? He has wasted the rags and string round his loins; he incommodes others in the temple. If service once undertaken be broken off, the worshipper may be likened to a broken potsherd. Tuka says, How can such worshippers stand grinding in the mill? Instability rules in their minds.
In calling himself a worshipper he deceives himself; why does he eat cowdung thus? He has wasted the rags and string round his loins; he incommodes others in the temple. If service once undertaken be broken off, the worshipper may be likened to a broken potsherd. Tuka says, How can such worshippers stand grinding in the mill? Instability rules in their minds.