Tukaram, Poem 1588

I have sent off my body by my own hand; I have burned up its elements in the fire of Brahma. All was accomplished at once; now alone is left Narayana, Narayana. The fire of cremation was quenched by the water of life; every limb of me perished in that spot. On the eleventh day a vigil and a fast were kept; on the twelfth day was a feast. When the pot was broken no rites were forgotten; nothing was left save my union with Hari’s name. Tuka says, How is joy added to joy, Govinda is spread over Govinda everywhere.