IN the village of the saints there is a full harvest of love, there is no pain or disquietude. I will live there as a beggar; they shall cast a morsel to me. In the village of the saints there is an excellent treasure Vitthala is all their wealth and store. The meal of the saint is a draught of nectar; they sing his praises continually. The business of the saints is to keep «. mart of good advice; they buy and sell the delight of loveTuka says, There is nothing to compare with this, so I have gone to them as a beggar.