The servants of Hari are just like Hari Himself. They have no fear, no attachment, no worry, no craving. They remain detached, holding firmly to the rope of devotion. Having clasped His feet, they have abandoned worldly concerns. They need no honor or earthly riches. With the Name as nectar upon their lips, they desire nothing else. Their hearts are vast and spacious; their patience is deep as the ocean. These lords of the world have subjugated lust and anger, making them labor as household servants. In strength they overpower even Death, yet in humility they are the lowest of the low. They are generous with their bodies to all, and though they know all arts, they remain as the unknowing. Worldly life itself becomes their servant, and liberation waits upon them eagerly. Miraculous powers circle them like anxious attendants yet cannot touch these devotees of Vishnu. Birth and death are like dreams to them; nothing appears foreign to their eyes. Says Tuka, in unbroken happiness their tongues speak the nectar of love.