Tukaram, Poem 1805

We are not in any way severed; I have merely been jesting with thee! Thou art my form, I, beyond doubt, am thou. I dwell in thee; thou receivest service from me. In thee I am placed on a firm base, in me thou hast strength derived from thee. Thou speakest through my mouth; I in thee dwell in bliss. If we search deeply, O God, we shall find, says Tuka, that we are different in name only.