Tukaram, Poem 2747

I will not study or repeat any other words; our one sufficing spell is Panduranga. I will neither wander about, nor shut myself up, but I will repair to the throng of Vishnu’s worshippers. I know nothing else, I practise no austerities; I dance with sleepless eyes amid the train of pilgrims. I observe neither fast nor vow nor fulfilment of vows. I know not, says Tuka, how to serve or praise any other than Rama Krishna.