Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 3555

In the arrogance of youth, he respected nobody,
but puffed himself up like a bull. With careful
pains, punctiliously, he tied his turban; he
stalked about among people like a buffalo. A
triple-folded cloth on his arm, his head erect,
he showed no respect to virtuous people. Like a
dog, he roamed from door to door, casting sinful
glances at women. Tuka says, Such a disorderly
rogue was he; he passed his life in idle pranks.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents