Tukaram, Poem 575

God, thou art our merciful master, loving to the humble, the guardian of Thy worshippers; thou art our tender mother; thou dost lift every burden; all our careful thoughts we pass on to Thee; it is for Thee to keep us when we stray. Henceforth Thou dost deliver us to the saints; if any man neglects us, thou canst not endure it. We have neither care nor fear of life nor death nor anything else. We have attained heaven upon earth, all Vaikuntha has come to us. We know not whether it is day or night, an eternal splendour has dawned upon us. Billows of joy roll upon us. How can we describe that happiness? Through singing Thy name, thou hast adorned me with a rich jewel. Tuka says, Through the virtue of Thy name, what have I left to wish for?