The bliss of Vaikuntha has come to Pandhari. Pundalik has gathered it all and stored it there. Take it, take it, O my fathers. Take the true measure with your tongues. Make this one journey, and then nothing more needs to be done. Fold up the wares of sense pleasures and run to Pandharpur. While there is still a breath of life left, dwell in Pandhari. Says Tuka, this farmer's son implores you: do not be lazy when profit is at hand.