Tukaram, Poem 2975

When by chance the dust from the saints’ feet touches us, the seed of desire is burned up within us. There is born in us then a delight in the name of Rama; our throat is choked by love, tears stream from our eyes; the form of Rama shows itself in the heart. Tuka says, This means of attainment is easy to grasp and very sweet, but it is only revealed to the fully-meritorious.