He lifts up his mouth and utters a monstrous cry; in diverse strains of music he calls on Thee, but he knows not what he sings. As long as he has worldly hopes, what can he give you? He toils for his belly's sake, says Tuka.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 2637
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents