Tukaram, Poem 2827

Happy are they who dwell in Pandhari; their speech is sweet, their bodies are glorified; the dull, the feeble-minded, the thoughtless, the wicked, at Pandhari they are full of compassion. All are full of peace and forbearance, forgetful of the world, free from desire and stain of impurity. They have no pride of caste, says Tuka, as they are all emancipated souls.