The bliss of cymbals, the ecstasy of the name chanted aloud, the shouts of triumph in divine joy. With Garuda-pillars, processions, and rows of banners, endless delight comes even to Brahma and the gods. In ecstasy, the Vaishnavas fall prostrate, each one nobler than the last. In such bliss, even stones begin to melt; the wicked and the cruel become purified. Says Tuka, the path to Vaikuntha is simple; the sacred story of Rama and Krishna is the way.