Tukaram, Poem 785

It is hard to express what divine knowledge is; whence can we obtain inner experience of it? The pleasure of worship leads us to renounce the world; even the ignorant hear Thy praises with awakened interest. I cannot listen to other means; Thy song alone I hear and sing with delight. There is peace in resorting to the forest; I am mad with desire for Hari’s worship. What agent of Death has any power over us, when all day long we are rapt in this blessed meditation? Tuka says, We shall be like children playing at a dinner party, like simple children dividing up their food.