Tukaram, Poem 1534

The universe cannot hold what I have gained to-day; my mind is full of joy, beyond all conception. Those whom my soul anxiously desired, those I have met, their feet I have embraced. My eyes grow weary of watching the road, my mind was burdened with great anxiety. “They will tell me if they have brought an answer to my message, if there is any greeting for me.” Tuka says, My fever is over now that I have met them; my purpose has borne fruit; the saints are come.