Tukaram, Poem 2743

My sitting, sleeping, and eating are in Govinda; the three words are filled with joy. The course of time has parted me from all things: I have not leisure enough for my needs. I have apportioned every member of my body to its elements, so that nothing of this kind can interfere with me. This divine form has proved an acceptable dish; other fancies have vanished. Wrath and lust destroy the mind and reason; it is peace that swallows up the eddying whirl of error. My mind, says Tuka, is dyed for ever in the dye of Shriranga.