Tukaram, Poem 1319

Come, boy, take your turn with me; I will prevent you from passing down. Hamama, boy, hamama! Play hamama with me, but mind how you pass down! If you have the essence of true love, then talk to me, I will destroy your worldly isolation. Be true to me; but I shall not let you go home! Amid this jubilation no alien can stay in the company. If you promise to play with Tuka, Hari will destroy your individual soul.