For more about the 17th century Maharashtran poet Tukaram, see this earlier post, and this one.

All men to me are god-like Gods!
     My eyes no longer see
     vice or fault.

Life on this suffering earth
     is now endless delight;
     the heart at rest and full,
                         overflowing.

In the mirror, the face and its reflection
     watch each other;
     different, but one.

And, when the stream pours into the ocean…
     no more stream!

Translation Ivan M. Granger