Tukaram, Poem 1131

I have framed my desire, do you attend to it;
let your hand set me free from fear. If I am
afflicted by other and evil spirits, my duty will be
to repeat Your name. Come to this unequalled
scene, which I have prepared for you. The name
of Hari rises aloft, mingled with cries and the clash
of music. We bow before Thee, God of Gods, Lord
supreme; come running, O merciful one, O master
of delight, in whom I delight! Delay not, for all is
prepared! Tuka says, Come Thou, who art our
ancient goddess!