Tukaram, Poem 892

We are stout warriors, we shall maintain a
sturdy fight; we have dealt heavy blows to
sin, we have crushed it. There is a loud uproar,
the warriors march shouting on; they wear the
shell and wheel for ornaments, with tulsi garlands
on their necks. Their arrows bear the name of
Rama; they have smeared themselves with white
Gokula clay. Their standards and ensigns wave
gaily; their poles bear the image of Garuda. Tuka
says, We have conquered time and found repose;
we have received all the delight that is due to us.