Tukaram, Poem 3248

I have put on me, like an ornament, the pleasure of devotion; now let me taste this nectar. In the gatherings of the saints, we shall speed along the time, raising loud shouts of joy and love. Here, on earth, we have the very bliss that sets Brahma marvelling. We desire not Vaikuntha; Panduranga comes running to his service; why should we seek liberation? How can it bestow on us such a mood as this? Tuka says, This fulfils all my longings.