Tukaram, Poem 134

With his tulsi garland round his neck the Lord of the world stands on the brick; gazing on Pundalika the Lord of Pandhari stands by the Bhima. Joy and liberation are His handmaids, prosperity and perfection cling to His door. The holy disc moves round Him; death trembles and flees from it. The mother of the world stands on His left. Bhimaki his consort stands beauteous by. As lightning flashes from a cloud, so the greatest guilt is crushed by the sight of Him. He is the sea of joy, bliss supreme, the delight of the cowherds and the damsels. Govinda blows his flute in joy, entrancing birds and beasts. Handsome is His face, the four-armed god, the rider of Garuda, who entrances the mind. Tuka says, My Lord comes speedily in return for devotion.