Tukaram, Poem 3617

He pours forth treasure in offerings to princes; but he will not give away a copper on a holy occasion. He entertains lavishly relatives who come to visit him; but he pounds the husk of grain for the saints. He feeds his wife’s relatives willingly; but he drives out his father and mother. It weighs on his mind when he has to invite Bramhanas to a shraddh; but, afterwards, he sets to work cleaning cow-houses. He will carry water and flowers to a whore; but he will not offer a Bramhana a betel-nut. He will work hard at cleaning drains; but he feels too tired to worship God. He is always busy at his trade; he never grows tired of that; but he groans with fatigue when he goes to visit the saints. He goes to sleep when he hears Hari preached; but, at other times, he sits up late for nothing. He never has leisure to listen to the purana; but he plays at dice, day and night. He never casts a glance at the manifestations of God; but he turns his greedy eyes at the places where women bathe. He abhors the water in which Bramhanas have washed their feet; but he drinks deep draughts of lust. Such men, says Tuka, are entangled in the world from the hour of their birth; they have lost Vitthoba.