Vitthala is my mother; her breast is filled
with the milk of love. She caresses and
lifts me to her breast; she does not stay away from
me. She fulfils my entreaties; she is gracious and
tender. Tuka says, She puts into my mouth as a
morsel the sweet juice of Brahma.
with the milk of love. She caresses and
lifts me to her breast; she does not stay away from
me. She fulfils my entreaties; she is gracious and
tender. Tuka says, She puts into my mouth as a
morsel the sweet juice of Brahma.