Tukaram, Poem 287

The stories of Hari are mother’s milk that never cloys; people take kindly to them, the saints delight in them. Nectar stays ashamed in the rear of this sweet juice, because of the deep joy that Brahma gives. The guilty and sinful become as men that sanctify assemblies; they become four-armed like God himself. All delights blossom in that spot where the crowd of Vishnu’s worshippers is gathered. Void of form, like an actor he has put on form; through love to men he dances and sings in the person of the saints. Tuka says, He has sifted the true means of attainment; he stands forth easy to attain by songs of praise.