Tukaram, Poem 745

My stomach is filled, for I sat down in the row at meat; now shall we need to rely on another for salvation? We have called upon Thee, so come running to us now; is there any need for us to be in doubt? What place is left now for song? A flood of joy has passed over us. Possessing the friendship of God, we can find room in it even for our foes; how can any place be void of Him? All our sorrows are flown away; love has arisen in our hearts. Tuka says, Surely we have prevailed; does God ever dismiss a servant of His?