Tukaram, Poem 3476 a

Come, plunder this bliss of love, take your fill of it. If one misses it, he is ruined; the migrations he has passed through are wasted. The Vaishnavas have surrendered their own souls and assaulted Vaikuntha; they have put Time to flight. They have brought heaven down to earth, with Vitho the chief thereof; His heart is pierced with arrows of his names, and he is led captive. Merits past, present, and to come are all buried deep; they are driven forth as feeble creatures into exile. The Vaishnavas shout with overflowing joy, they raise a cry without ceasing; the demons tremble; these heroes submit to none. We have gotten freely what Bramha could not compass; wake up, says Tuka, and grasp it.