Seating them in a circle, Hari at the centre, He satisfies every one of them equally. Whoever looks sees Him directly before them. He savours every kind of offering. With delight He catches in His hands the morsels they place at His mouth. He speaks along with each one speaking, accepts whatever each one gives. Each knows only their own exchange; to all others, it remains unseen. Says Tuka: God is jealous of His love for each. He lets no soul feel the slightest inequality.