Tukaram, Poem 1222

I will sing the tale of His frolics; he guarded his comrades and the cows; he stole the butter; he got himself tied by the neck; O Gopala, this is how you amused yourself! He enchanted the cowherd damsels with the strains of His flute; let us sing of His merry exploits! His fond and coaxing tricks with his parents—let us recall and enjoy them in our minds. He crushes the wicked, he protects the faithful; thus, let us say, our master shows his might. Tuka says, Let us exalt Him by proclaiming all this; let us dwell with Him continually for evermore.