Tukaram, Poem 315

He who is the repose of his worshippers, He stands and cries to us to hasten. With fond interest He takes and puts morsels of love in my mouth. He fastens us to his waist-cloth and takes us quickly over the stream of the world. Greatly He desires his worshippers, and looks round in every quarter for them. Tuka says, He is a sea of mercy, He satisfies abundantly the desire of all.