Tukaram, Poem 2797

After much length of time, my merit bore fruit; good fortune dawned and left its impression. How is it it came to meet me? I touched the feet of the saints. Now vanished are my eager longings; the fetters cast upon me by the misery of life. I see manifest before me the eternal Bramh, purple in hue. My body was glorified by the embrace of the saints, when I laid my head at their feet. Tuka says, I am fully satisfied with the bliss the saints have bestowed on me; I fell prostrate when I saw their troop before me.