Tukaram, Poem 1111

We have laid foot cloths on the earth, and the garlanded one walks thereon, seen in red hues the tread of his delicate feet. Adore, all of you, the dust of his feet, who made the bridges of stones swim in the water. Make room for him, stand silent in your places; be dumb and utter not a word! Tuka proclaims the season; halls and porches and doors are opened.