The people of Vaikuntha consider the company of Hari's devotees a rare treasure. Ananta embraced those who surrendered their hearts and wealth to Him. They are the truly powerful, singing Hari's heroic deeds. All other kings and rulers are mere wretches beside them. Rama and Krishna performed wonders in Gokul, herding cows among the cowherds. He herded cows, carried a flute on His back. Blessed were His staff, His blanket, His stick. He who is beyond even the contemplation of the three worlds runs to round up the cattle. He wears the garlands they offer on His own head. The food offering He desires is a morsel begged from their hands. He snatches morsels from their mouths and eats their leftovers with relish. He weaves peacock feathers into His crown and dances, clapping to their rhythms. Those with whom Hari dances have forgotten all body-consciousness. Says Tuka, the worship of the faithful is received by God unknowingly. Without being asked, He reveals His true abode. To reach that abode, He wanders behind them, in the company of His devotees.