Sant Tukaram

All blest are they whose heart with pity grows
Who left Vaikuntha
their home,to serve mankind;
Who slight their person's needs ( it is not myth)Whose hearts are broad ;

None see me off
Let those go home who
Receive this blessing from a loosing
Let righteous deed secure you all good

Smaller than the smallest atom,
All embracing as the heavens,
Tuka views the world objective -Name and form as all delusion -Realising its true
Serpent like, he drops his cover,

If you treat the opposite sex with reverencewill you pay a price
If you stop your fault-finding and covetous wayswill your earnings not suffice
If you sit in prayer and meditationwill it cost a living wage
If you trust the words of ...

Thou art more kind than mother dear,
More soothing than the rays of
Thy love an ever flowing tide,
Sinks deeper than a common streamI know of none that equals Thee -Thou best of all immortal GodsI wave my name above Thy head,