Tukaram, Poem 1112

He has entered; pause a moment; be patient; the fruit will follow. Be not in haste; listen to me; sit still for a moment! The God is shampooed, water is brought along, he is bathed, and Bhavani dries his person. He is clothed in a vesture of golden stripes. Rakhumai supplicates him; now the feast is served, let him go to his seat. The feast is over; he has cleansed his hands; Narayana gladly reclines to rest. Tuka says, I tell you the tale now, as many men have told it before me.