Tukaram, Poem 2301

This delight is not exhausted, this service never finished; we have met the chief leaders. This present birth is not enough to store up this happiness: I crave for it once more in another. When we sit in a litter, we need not be troubled about the way, or reckon up the miles and halts as we go along. Tuka says, Vitthala is my mother; when I am hungry she feels hunger.