Tukaram, Poem 3562

In hot desire for the world, his feet carry him on
thievish errands afar; now, what will be the
end of him? He is like one whose food is not duly
cooked. Though he eats it, he vomits it up time
after time; what bodily vigour can he retain?
Tuka says, If a man has not faith, his toil ends in
the affliction of men.