Tukaram, Poem 3596

He who thinks himself polluted by the water in which the saints’ feet were washed, he whom the saints have cast out from their number,—long will he burn in hell. He who respects not the water hallowed by his teacher’s feet, but drinks his fill of strong drink; who would not touch with his lips his teacher’s hand, but lays his face against the face of a whore,—let his mouth, says Tuka, be filled with dirt!