Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 762

We have such a treasure in the world that I cannot describe the varied joys it brings.
He is fully pleased, O God, who embraces Thy feet with desire and kisses them.
When Thy peace is attained, fever dies away, with sin and sense of separation.
Tuka says, In every direction I see no difference of parts, no distinction of “my own” and “others”.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents