Tukaram, Poem 1107

Let us wave lamps round the Lord of Pandhari; with devoted faith I have come to seek protection at His feet. He who pervades the universe, whose form passes comprehension, He has come to dwell in the house of the cowherd damsels as the child Krishna. He whose original form is void of qualities, He has displayed Himself; He is the Panduranga who stands on the brick. O wonder! For His worshipper’s sake he has assumed a shape; He wears an anklet to make known his claim and boast. We have waved a lamp round Him to beseech a gift. We have exhausted speech in singing His praises. Through the spell of faith and devotion, Thou art rendered merciful, O God. Tuka says, We cannot comprehend Thy ways, O Panduranga.