Tukaram, Poem 131

He is noble and full of grace, the very image of Madana; in Him the rays of the sun are eclipsed; He wears on his forehead the spot of musk, His body is anointed with sandal, about His neck hangs the garland of tulsi. He wears the crown and earrings; fair is His holy face, moulded out of happiness; about his waist is thrown a robe of golden silk; such, O women, is He of the dark cloud and dark face. Come, all of you, accompany him. Tuka says, I can be patient no longer.