Tukaram, Poem 136

Let me contemplate Him, who bestowed this life upon me, Narayana, the life of the world; I will sing His attributes. Him who stands by the Bhima, hand on hip, whose even feet are lovely to see, Him I will clasp within me. He who slew the demons, who guards his worshippers, who diverts himself with perfect skill—at his feet I lay my head. He who wore the wreath of wild flowers sporting among the cowherds, who took Bali down to the pit, who stayed there with him, he is my Lord, He to whom this image belongs. Who unites in himself every power, who wears the wreath of basil on his neck, before Him ever and anon I fall. He whose name destroys all guilt, whose servant is Lakshmi, to Him belongs this surpassing lustre, Him Tuka worships with full devotion.