Tukaram, Poem 3676

He wears the ochre robe, but he is a dog by nature; what path of spiritual experience has he followed? He lets his hair grow long, and wanders in every direction; but he has merely reduced himself to the plight of a fox. Some of them dig holes in the earth to live in; but are there not rats enough about? Tuka says, What need is there to act like this? It is idle to torture our bodies.