Tukaram, Poem 2239

Let me not distinguish the guilty, the vicious, the holy, and the wise; they are all forms of Thine, O God, let me bow me down with my whole heart and serve them! I am engrossed in Thy worship, I am not conscious of rock, metal, or expanse of air. Tuka says, For Thy sake I would gulp down poison as though it were nectar.