Tukaram, Poem 3606

He hugs his wife, bosom to bosom; but when he meets the saints, he draws back from them. He turns his back on a visitor claiming hospitality, but goes forward eagerly to salute marriage-guests. How often would he dream of saluting a Bramhana? Yet he is like a child in the hands of a Turkish slave-girl. Tuka says, We must not be angry with him; how can any one change his own nature?