Tukaram, Poem 3700

A barren woman may feign pregnancy by winding rags round her womb; so two pedants go on chattering, and sell their feigned knowledge to make a livelihood. Mere talk of curry and rice—who would eat it and satisfy his appetite? We may write ‘sugar’ on a piece of paper; but it will not taste sweet if you lick it. Tuka says, Fie on men’s pretentions! They have neither shame nor recollection in their minds.