Tukaram, Poem 891

The servants of Vishnu are the only stout warriors in the world; guilt and merit cannot touch them. Sitting and sleeping, Govinda is with them; he is with them in their thoughts. They wear the widening lines on their foreheads, fair garlands on their necks; time and death humble themselves before them. Tuka says, They wear the ornaments of the shell and the wheel; in their mouths is the nectar of His name.