Tukaram, Poem 1322

I unravelled the mystery and told it you, O brothers! Verify it for yourselves; keep your spirits pure and eager. There is no mystery left now; I myself have beheld myself. Your skill will be valued in this world; do not be offended at my advice; I cannot choose any one whom I should praise here. Tuka says, Krishna who wears the wreath assumes more and more glory as the last resort of all.