Tukaram, Poem 878

What was impossible has come to pass, I have seen thy feet; now shall I go back into the world, O God? Long had I hoped for this; now I enjoy the fruit of my efforts. How long shall I live in hope of worldly prosperity? Hereafter let this snare be cut off. Those who succumbed have altogether vanished; what chance of salvation they had they gave up. If I go on crossing mountains of difficulty, I shall never cease to be born again. Tuka says, I shall cling to the robe of Pitambar; O God, do Thou carry me over the sea of the world.