Every day is a holy day, every hour auspicious, for the heart is brimming with love. You have become everything to us, O God: our worldly life, our ambitions, our daily work. We need go nowhere, need do nothing; Your name and Your meditation on our lips is enough. When we finish eating, whatever fruit or betel we take becomes an offering to You; our walking becomes circumambulation, our sleep becomes prostration, our bowing becomes salutation to You. Whatever our eyes behold, whatever conversation we share, it is all Your form. Every well, river, and pond has become holy water; every mansion, temple, hut, and shed has become a shrine. Every sound the ear hears has become the chanting of Hari's name. Says Tuka, we who are Vitthoba's servants are always brimming with the joy of love.