Tukaram, Poem 802

I am the servant of the servants of Hari; body, spirit, mind and speech, with them is a plenteous season of joy, billows of music from cymbals and tabors. All evil thoughts are destroyed; there is peace where the praises of Hari are sung. As He hears the praises of Hari, the impious man begins to worship. How Panduranga stands up to behold the delights of the scene! Tuka says, Brahma and the rest possess not, possess not this joy!