The people of Vaikuntha consider the company of Hari's devotees a rare treasure. Ananta embraced those who surrendered their chitta and wealth to Him. They are the truly powerful, singing Hari's heroic deeds. All other kings and rulers are mere wretches beside them. Rama and Krishna performed wonders in Gokul, herding cows among the cowherds. He herded cows, carried a flute on His back. Blessed were His staff, His blanket, His stick. He who is beyond even the contemplation of the three worlds runs to round up the cattle. He wears the garlands they offer on His own head. The food offering He desires is a morsel begged from their hands. He snatches morsels from their mouths and eats their leftovers with relish. He weaves peacock feathers into His crown and dances, clapping to their rhythms. Those with whom Hari dances have forgotten all body-consciousness. Says Tuka, the worship of the faithful is received by God unknowingly. Without being asked, He reveals His true abode. To reach that abode, He wanders behind them, in the company of His devotees.

Even the people of Vaikuntha rarely reach the company of Hari's devotees; with those devotees Narayana keeps company. Ananta holds close those who gave Him their whole heart and all they own. They are the truly strong ones, who sing Hari's great deeds; beside them, kings and rulers are only poor wretches. Rama and Krishna made their play in Gokul, herding the cattle among the cowherds. He herds the cattle, carries a flute on His back. Blessed is His staff, His stick, His coarse blanket. What store of merit did the cowherds have? And their buffaloes too, their cows, their beasts. They all plundered boundless joy, the gopis and the cowherds, to their fill. He told each one according to her own longing, and satisfied her to the full. But hear this wonder, He says: He is hard to reach by hard practice. They scold Him and push Him outside; He looks in and stays right with them. He watches their faces with delight; when they curse Him He only laughs, glad. Those cowherd women curse Him and He laughs; the man who will not come for chanting and meditation at the hour of death. Whatever He does looks good to them. Tuka says: He shows the secret, and it is easy.