Tukaram, Poem 161

The guilt which cannot be purged by searching the Sastras is altogether put away by the sight of Pandhari. Blessed, blessed is the bank of the Bhima, the lake of Chandrabhaga. The warrior form of Vitthala is at Padmatirtha; the place of his sport is at Venunada. Here is the mother of all sacred spots; Vaikuntha on earth, unchangeable. His name is proclaimed with shouts; the demons of destruction tremble. There is no spot to compare with this; none that can be weighed against it. Fortunate is the lot of those who behold Pandhari; since you are born into the world, come, look but once upon it! What is left of your sins, when you have seen the god and his worshippers? Such is the city of Vishnu that all grow divine in it, both men and women. The wheel of Vishnu goes round the town; Time and Death cannot enter it. To describe that joy I have no means nor spirit; they who visit Pandhari have reached Vaikuntha. Tuka says, He who believes not these words of mine, he is vile here and hereafter; he loves not Pandhari!