In a brahmin house
where they feed the fire as a god
when the fire goes wild and burns the house
they splash on it
the water of the gutter and the dust of the street,
beat their breasts
and call the crowd.
These men then forget their worship
and scold their fire,
O lord of the meeting rivers!

Basava's saying in his 'The Lord of the Meeting Rivers: Devotional Poems of Basavanna'. As quoted in: Authors, Texts, Issues: Essays on Indian Literature (Pencraft International, 2003), p. 94