Tukaram, Poem 1256

We have made Hari sit down in the midst of
our company; he comforts all of us in like
measure. Every one who looks sees him face to
face, and enjoys all his doings. He catches from
their hands the morsels they offer to place in his
mouth. As they speak to him, he answers them;
they take whatever he gives them. It is a secret
between the giver and the taker, a third cannot
perceive it. Tuka says, O God, Your delight is to
show love to others; you drop no poison into the
heart of any man.