Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 154

Be a pilgrim and gaze on Pandhari; why need you practise other means of salvation? You will gather the fruit in perfection from this. No pride survives here; every craving is satisfied.
Tuka says, Dark-blue Vittho dwells before my eyes.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents