Tukaram, Poem 133

Borne on Garuda, wearing his silken robe, I shall see Him, the dark one, the lovely one, the god of the purple cloud, who wears on his neck the fair garland of tulsi. The crown on his head shines like millions of suns, the pure jewel Kaustumbha sparkles at his throat. His holy face is moulded out of happiness; on his left stands his spouse, Rakhumadevi; Udbhava and Akrira stand on either side of Him; Sanaka and the rest sing his praises. Tuka says, There is none like Him, my friend Panduranga.