Tukaram, Poem 3473

The food of all the six flavours cooked and spread on potsherds and set in public places in the dead of night, men of principle would never touch it; dogs would devour it at their leisure. Even so, the worshippers of Hari look on wicked actions; they have given up their love of sensual pleasures; they look on this world, yea, and the next, as polluted places. Tuka says, This service is what I delight in; fulfil my desire for it, day by day.