It tastes sweet, and yet it cannot be described. An embrace of pure love settles in, the embrace of a beloved companion. I have been pierced by the splendor of Shrirang; all sense of "I" and "mine" has vanished. My gaze will not turn back; it has settled where it settled, and my mind has come to rest at his feet. Says Tuka, from the moment I met my Lord, all ties with the past were cut.