Tukaram, Poem 1151

If the mind remembers the father of wisdom, the consort of Lakshmi, what does it need more? Who would share his mind with any other thoughts? Panduranga is the perfect sum of pleasure. We will sing and dance in time and clap our hands; there is bliss among the company of Vaishnavas. In a single pore of His body there are infinite worlds, yet we simple people have brought him upright before us by faith. We have treated the world as false; before us are no more fetters but true liberation. Tuka says, I have found repose through the might of Him to whose name I hold myself subject.