Tukaram, Poem 571

God alone knows who secures the real fruit of worship, who can abide by the institutions of worship. Now, O God, You are my hearer and my preacher; let me serve You. The clever and the acute do not end in this; they make idle conjectures at their own will. Tuka says, We have halted in one house; O Hari, there is union between You and me.