Tukaram, Poem 2248

God is our friend; through Him all are our friends. We are truly blest; every place is filled with kindred of ours; there is no limit to our virtues and our merits; our store of merits availed to bestow this on us. We have won the right to lay our head at His feet; let Him grant us now a just claim to embrace Him. Tuka says, We have found peace in calling ourselves Yours, O God.