Vitthala is our life, the source of all the Vedas and Sastras; Vitthala is perfect attainment, the repose of rapt contemplation. Vitthala is our ancestral God, treasure, family and spirit; our merit, our highest goal; we love the throne of Vitthala. Vitthala is diffused throughout our race. He fills the seven regions of hell; He pervades the three worlds, and the souls of the sages. Vitthala is the darling of our hearts. Our gracious and tender master, the embodiment of our love; it is He who puts the world in motion. Vitthala is our father, mother, uncle, brother, sister; apart from Him we care not for our family. Tuka says, Now we have none but Him.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 137
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents