Tukaram, Poem 1849

Love is a gift of God, it ends the life of the senses; the purified mind forgets time and place. Free from all shame, from all worldly bonds, the happy worshippers of Hari overflow with praise of His name and fame. They have gained an everlasting gain; they have been born as worshippers of Hari; they will return to the womb no more, they will enjoy supreme bliss in the Highest Brahma. Their thoughts are exercised in such devotions as will bring them supreme merit; in the village where they dwell there is no sin, says Tuka.