Tukaram, Poem 2359

’Tis like the bliss of Brahma to cry “Victory” with loud shouts. We have emblems of Garuda, lutes and heaps of flags; Brahma and the rest rejoice beyond measure. The followers of Vishnu roll in ecstasy on the ground; every one in caste more blest than every other. This joy would draw tears from stones; it would cleanse the base and wicked. Tuka says, ’Tis easy to reach Vaikuntha, the preaching of Rama and Krishna is the road thither.