The consort of the Gopis is merciful to his worshippers; unsummoned He stands at their door; unbidden for them He toils. Wherever He sees pure faith, He sets the dust of his feet on men’s foreheads. Tuka’s brother says, Why will you not worship so kind a master?
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 291
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents