Tukaram, Poem 1120

We will sing and clap our hands at the scene of Thy worship; we will dance with spirit, careless of the world. Mightiest among the mighty, You are our champion; from You proceed worldly wealth, salvation and mystic powers. We will shoot an arrow of speech unerring, irresistible; we will crush all impediments. We will break the head of time and death. Tuka’s brother says, We have no fondness for life, not even for our own life, much less that of others.