Tukaram, Poem 2997

The musk-melon when ripe loses its bitterness: so has Panduranga done with us. Lust and wrath have subsided into their own places; the whole world is full of joy. Memory and forgetfulness, faith and doubt are all gone; we have become Panduranga himself. Tuka says, Good Fortune is what we must call this; for the sake of this we ought to accept rebirth.