Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 601

As we utter the name, our minds are quieted,
our tongues perceive a taste of nectar;
omens of gain appear to us. Our minds are delighted;
we repose at Your feet; we must know
that such is Your mercy if we utter your name.
We have, as it were, feasted; we have cast a stone upon
desire; we speak like men who have been satisfied.
Delight has come to meet delight; we have found
a treasure that is sweet in the mouth. Tuké says,
Now we cannot measure our joy.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents