Hear the glory of pure love: the Lord eats the wild berries offered by the tribal woman Shabari. Such is his hunger for devotion; this is the only famine he knows. He does not regard the eight supernatural powers or the ocean of milk. He devours the dry, flattened rice of his friend Sudama, eating it by the fistful. Says Tuka, he does not consider whether it is leftover or too little; before true devotion, nothing else matters.