Tukaram, Poem 1522

I shall keep him sitting by me, I shall not let him go, he will still be dwelling in my heart. No forgetfulness, no doubt shall overtake me; he who comes by the road shall be dear to me. I forget my own business and my bodily frame, my tongue cannot distinguish sweet and tasteless things. I am concerned with the message, let him who brings it be of lowly station, I cannot tell one man from another. Tuka says The heart has drawn to itself its own welfare, there it is wont to go in silence.