Tukaram, Poem 97

The little cowherds meet together and begin to make a plan, “Come, let us go and steal butter, to-day; let us take with us the Lord of the Moon. Comrades, there is one who has kept us waiting all this time.” Govinda leads the way, the cowherds follow; he moves about in his essential nature, he goes to and fro unknown to any. He sees a lonely house with nine kinds of butter in it. He enters himself, he supplies them with lines of butter-pots. He does not let them speak; he says, “Be quiet; when I give the sign, eat the milk.” After full contentment, Tuka serves God.