Tukaram, Poem 1118

Arise, all of you; Narayana is arisen; the sages of the three worlds rejoice. Raise a shout of acclamation, with the sound of drums; make a noise of tabors and cymbals and stringed instruments. Fold your hands and behold His face with reverence; lay your head at his feet. Tuka says, Ask whatever you desire; tell Him your own joys and sorrows.