The Spiritual Pandhari

The body's Pandharl and, dwelling there,
Vitthal, the soul, that being past compare;
While Bhima's waters flow with faith and love,
And over all shines Pandurang the fair.

And mercy, patience, peace are Bhlma's sand,
Where, rank on rank, the Vaisnav pilgrims stand.

Ah, listen how the music sweetly sounds, —
Joy, worship, truth, and hearts that understand.

My senses form a single company
Of festal worshippers; and lo, I see, —
I, Ekanath, the pilgrim, — everywhere,
In crowds, in solitude, my Pandhari.