Tukaram, Poem 3436

The body given us by God is excellent for His service; yet it has become a field fruitful in error and confusion. When a man stiffens and straightens his neck through self-conceit, there is no bending it. Such a man cannot frame his tongue to call himself a servant of God, but he opens wide his throat for wanton speech. Tuka says, Where shall I go to leave this filth behind me, and purify myself by ablution?