Tukaram, Poem 2745

In the deep sea of bliss the waves are of bliss; in the body of bliss every member is of bliss. How can I describe what has happened? It is something extraordinary; the course of delight can go no further. The desires of the unborn child show themselves in the longings of the mother, his wishes are reflected there. Tuka says, There is an impression printed on me, and the words that come to my lips are cast in the same mould.