Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1733

Holy is the body, full of merit is the voice of
them that name without ceasing the immoveable.
Through looking on Him the guilty
shall be saved, mountains of sin shall be burned
up. God himself comes running after them and
desires the dust of their feet. They who have the
Lord of Vaikuntha in their throats—what else is
left for them to gain? Tuka says, Where God and
his worshipers meet, there the stream of names
makes a threefold confluence.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents