Tukaram, Poem 2267

The harvest is ready, it is a time of plenty for
us all; let us enjoy for ever the bliss of love.
We derive comfort from all things, our fatigues are
all vanished. To us all things are one Panduranga ;
the world is vanished, with its “I” and “mine”.
We are adorned with all ornaments ; they grace us
well; we exceed all men in beauty. Tuka says,
We are servants of one Divine ; we need not desire
any other.