Tukaram, Poem 576

My pleasure in the company of the saints is ever doubled through your name. All actions are burned out of existence; I sit swaying to and fro in a passion of love. So I have no more anxious care; you are my father and mother, sister, brother and uncle, my relatives in all degrees. I have found this resolution in you, that you will never forget me; without, within, and by my side you stand inspiring confidence. I may not even dream of sorrow; delight and liberation are become my servants; you their secret source abide with me in the happiness of love. Where your praises are sung, sin is burnt up and guilt flees away: what is wanting to complete my joy? I drink the nectar of Brahma, says Tuka.