Tukaram, Poem 3691

He pretends to be busy reciting the names of God, but he lets sleep come over him, till he is quite oblivious to his body; such worship is repulsive; it is like the mimicry of a strolling actor. In his greed for gain, he has sold the service of God; where is God left in such a one? Tuka says, The man who loves honour, we will cover him with shame.