Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 898

Worship those for whom worship is meet;
the people of Hari who stand up to serve
him. They are moulded into images of Him whose
praise they sing. They have forgotten their bodies;
joy has entered into them; pride is vanished;
they have bidden farewell to shame and honour.
There are no tidings with them of lamentation, desire or anxious care. Tuka says, They are friends
of Vitthoba; they are all like Him.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents