In bliss I perform kirtan, telling the divine story with fervor. The essence of devotion is the sweetness of love. I adore the company of Vaishnavas, for there the grip of time and death has no hold. With even a few words settled rightly on the tongue, Rama, Krishna, the friend Narayana, are present. When I reflect, everything else seems shameful. No other teaching serves any purpose. Says Tuka, my mind has become absorbed right there, at Your feet, O Panduranga.