Tukaram, Poem 667

Speech of mine, utter the sweet name of
Vitthoba. O eyes, delight yourself with the
sight of His face. O ears, listen to the attributes
of my Vitthoba. O mind, run to Him and rest at
his feet. Tuka says, O my soul, forsake not this
Kesava.
We shall contemplate the acquisition of the
Self; we shall sow the seed in the shape
of Vitthala. I have gained a fortune in this place;
now I shall throw away my body. In future how
can such a thing occur? Many a time I have
missed the chance. Tuka says, Now I have
reached your feet; I do not forget them for a
moment,