Tukaram, Poem 2346

Where you meet the servants of Hari there, sin and sorrow and poverty flee away. Such power dwells nowhere else, not in penance, pilgrimage, charity nor rites. He who bears the Trident sets on his head the dust from the feet of those that dance and sing Hari’s name. This is a stout boat to carry us over the waters of the world, it will not let your feet or hands get wet. Tuka says, My mind is at peace, I have seen the feet of Vitthoba.