Tukaram, Poem 889

These are the saints who meet us on this path that the fetter of the world is broken at the sight of them; they are ever filled with the joy of true mind and true being; we shall honour them as hallowed sources of liberation. Faith is their all-sufficing principle; nothing breaks their repose; they crush the spirit of infidelity. By their mercy to all creatures they destroy the root of hatred; they treat all as brothers,—friend, foe, or child of their own. Purify your mind, body and speech; beholding His form everywhere, salute it. Be humble with your whole heart, renouncing all presumptuous pride. Be not greedy of gain, nor scrupulous about honour; desire and love are false. One who knows all, yet keeps as still as though he knew nothing, such a one the saints come suddenly to visit. Be truly faithful, and toil not after wealth, then the saints will ever visit you. Thus says Tuka, sick of pride of learning.