We taste all the sweetness of assurance; we feel a fond craving for You. Now that my faith has settled at Thy feet, I shall dance for joy. If I know that my master is watchful, then my mind is delighted. Tuka says, Console us and grant us Thy love, O mother Vitthala.
Hinduism
Tukaram, Poem 628
Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents