Tukaram, Poem 690

Brother, here is a rest-house where food is given free; drinking places are provided everywhere; the road is full of pilgrims who have come to satisfy their desire for a pleasant dinner. All comers may partake of it. Sadasiva has made arrangements that it will never cease. But to be fit for it you must be holy, so with a pure heart call out “Hari” all of you. This is not an obvious truth, nor true apart from the witness of the four Vedas; it will not suffer you to follow the vanities of your own minds. It is smaller than an atom. It is greater than greatness itself, inasmuch as it is the witnessing spirit of the world. This name of Hari is prepared as a soup to fill the belly of the world; rest in the shade of this celestial tree. It is a food that will nourish all castes; cry then Hara! Hara! Mighty God! Tuka, the servant of Hari, is the headman; the rest are all criers. Come, let us bow down at the foot of the temple spire; now that we have seen Vasudeva, this is the holiest time of spring.