Why do you wash only the outer skin when inside you are crooked and dark? Be quiet, you fraud of the world, you who deceive women and children. You sit at bathing ghats and nod your head solemnly for no reason. You sit with cymbals, while your mind and senses roam free. You move the prayer beads while your real chanting is of sense pleasures, moment after moment. Says Tuka, all of this is mere show; the Name of Vitthal alone is the true substance.