Tukaram, Poem 2367

When we mention the name of sugar we
presage its sweetness; even so with the
assembly of the saints when it is mentioned. They
keep liberation as it were tied up in a bundle; we
long eagerly for the delight which is found in
worship. The mother forgets not to nourish her
child; our thoughts are set on sporting with thee.
Tuka says, By the aid of our bodies we shall begin
to sing and dance.