Tukaram, Poem 2999

As a loving wife holds her husband dear; as a blue-jay longs for the moon; with such a love, if I embrace the feet of Vitthala, I need never pass through the womb again. As a famine-stricken man delights in a meal, or a thirsty man in water, or a lover in his paramour, with such a passion, says Tuka, should you seek Panduranga; He will carry you to the further shore.