Tukaram, Poem 1737

This alone will profit you, the name of Rama
in your throat; through that name the embodied
souls forget their bodies. This is all our
duty, the seed of our true happiness, this burns up
the array of our actions. Our spirit dwells at His
feet; His shape is ever before our eyes; there is a
tremor of delight in our souls. It is unbroken and
never breaks, indestructible and never destroyed;
the Ganges must fall into the sea, says Tuka.