Tukaram, Poem 1631

The ears are seduced to listen to His story: the
eyes are tempted to dwell on His glorious
face. When will this good fortune dawn on me?
My mind is impatient for the hour. My arms are
impatient to embrace Him, my trunk to roll before
him. Tuka says, I will lay my head at His feet;
my limbs shall break their fast.