Tukaram, Poem 2809

The gods and the demons churned the ocean, thus a burden was laid on the earth that it could not bear. Then didst thou become a tortoise and hold it on thy back; thou dost take thought for all, O Hari! Then did all the gods offer their praises. There are countless such stories of Thee, says Tuka; he of the thousand tongues was wearied in reciting them.