Those sins for which no remedy can be found even after searching all the scriptures are destroyed simply by seeing Pandharpur. Blessed, blessed is the bank of the Bhima, the lake of the Chandrabhaga. Vitthal, the hero, stands at Padmatirtha, his playground of the flute's melody. Pandharpur is the mother-home of all sacred places, the Vaikuntha on earth, beyond all duality. The chanting of the Name resounds there, and demons and Death tremble. There is no comparison to be given; no other place is its equal. Blessed is the fortune of those who behold Pandharpur. If you are born in this world, see Pandhari just once. When you behold God and his devotees, even the greatest sins cannot survive. Such is Vishnu's city, where men and women bear four-armed forms, where the Sudarshana discus makes its nest, and where Death itself cannot enter. The bliss of that place is beyond my capacity to describe. Says Tuka, those who go to Pandharpur attain Vaikuntha, and whoever does not trust these words is a wretch of many lifetimes; he will find no love for Pandhari.