Tukaram, Poem 1259

When the cows low, he listens to them; he,
treasure of salvation, stands listening to
them. He who wears the garland of wild flowers
took pleasure in the cowherds’ worship and the
morsels of food they left Him. He stole the milk
and the butter and ate it; by faith the wheel-
handed one was caught and bound. He who is
void of desire became greedy and desirous; he
sits waiting for the cowherd damsels. The lord
of the world desires one leaf of tulsi; he can, all of
him, be purchased by faith. Tuka says, The purple
spirit of life pervades all, yet remains separate.