Tukaram, Poem 3206

We listen to the glorious deeds of the Infinite; they who had the name of Hari in their thoughts, they have crossed the stream of life, they have snapped the fetter of the world. Now, slowly let us pass along the same path, with such right as we may have to do so. They anchored their boats here, and went on; no jealousy of theirs bars our way; we have no price or freightage to pay; single-minded faith is enough. Tuka says, He is waiting for us upright, on even feet; he has made a wharf on the Bhima’s bank; rise up, move on speedily.