Tukaram, Poem 2816

The bliss of Vaikuntha has visited Pandhari; Pundalika has stored it all up. Take it, take it, my good friends; make your tongue the true measure of it. Make but one journey hither; you need never make another. Roll up and lay aside the impressive shows of the world; as long as lasts your little life, dwell in Pandhari. Neglect not this gain; Tuka entreats the country folk.