Tukaram, Poem 2164

We are Hari’s companions, his old original
crazy frolicsome friends; he led us by the
hand; he carried us on his hip and at his back.
So there is no distinction between us and God; we
dwell together in one body, we are never parted
from each other. While he slept we were at his
feet; we were with him when he conquered Lanka.
We were monkeys and cows along with him; we
were cowherds grazing our cows. Tuka says, We
meditated on his name; we did not forget him for
a moment.