Tukaram, Poem 2777

What can I do? This passion has seized my boy; he is always going to the temple. He will not listen to anything else that you tell him; his mind is full of Vitthoba. He will not follow his trade at home; he is always dispirited there. Nothing of the kind was ever known in our family; we never had a madman like him. He pays no attention to what people say; he has become a stranger to me. Tuka says, These are the words of wicked men; they will go to hell.