Tukaram, Poem 132

With Thy hand upon thy hip and Thy garland of tulsi, show us Thy form, O Hari! standing with Thy two feet on the brick, show us Thy form, O Hari! with Thy gorgeous robe of silk about thy loins, show us Thy form speedily. As thou appearest on Garud’s plinth, so men recall Thee. I am wasting away to a skeleton; come, O Lord of Pandhari, to meet me. Tuka says, Fulfil my hopes; be not heedless of my desires.