Tukaram, Poem 3261

O Vaishnavas, consider this the inherited religion of our race; we rely on this name with whole-hearted confidence. Then alone, You may call us servants of Hari and extol us, when first we have purified our minds of desire. We ask of Thee neither the pleasures of the world nor liberation; we sing Thy praises with love and joy, and dance before Thee. Tuka says, Grant me from birth to birth this life to lead.