The words of the deceiver sound pleasant, but his intention is to slip a noose around your neck. On the surface he appears handsome and good, but he is no devotee; he is a thorough scoundrel. He wears the tilak, the cap, and the garland around his neck, then leads you into the dark and squeezes your throat. Says Tuka, he is nothing but a thug, and the rod of Yama hangs over him.