Tukaram, Poem 2877

The immortals in heaven petition God, “Let us be born in the world of mortal men. The name of Narayana will liberate our souls; we shall sing songs of praise to the Infinite.” The denizens of Vaikuntha are for ever asking, “When will the servants of Hari come to visit us?” Yama stands ever erect waiting for Him with folded hands. Tuka says, To reach the further shore His pious worshippers treasure up the spell of his name.