Tukaram, Poem 2631

He lets his hair grow long; he takes a crooked staff in hand and goes marching about wrathfully. He is fond of eating; he abuses the world; what power has such an ascetic to advise men? He takes plenty of bhang, tobacco and opium; yea, he is for ever stupefied. A man of this sort, says Tuka, is quite lost; Panduranga stays far from him.