Tukaram, Poem 2304

Whether liberation follow death, or we are bound to the world, keep me fettered to it as long as I have pleasure in it. How long must I harbour doubts? What greatness belongs to a servant of God? I will sing and dance with joy; anon love will enter my body and bring a sense of distinction. Tuka says, How many examples of joy need I cite, even while, as yet, Thou withholdest thy favour.