O God, for Thy sake I am dead, while yet I live; how free from all desires my spirit reposes! It never falls into error. My feet and hands stir not; how my sight has been turned towards God, seeing I as not the perishable or imperishable world! O Vitthoba, give us a gift worthy of your name! Your glory has been proclaimed; your fame has spread to regions afar; you alone bestow joy, liberation, and attainment; we have abandoned all and cried to Thee, therefore Thou hast set us free from grief and fear and shame and affliction; O God, come now before us and grant us Thy merciful favour. The sea of mortal life is the source of misery; the scandalous voice of mankind is like a scorpion concealed in a bed. The organs of sense are like arrows piercing us; I feel a heat like flame passing over me. I have endured it all;
What shall I do? These evil wretches are hard to bear. Your name in the three worlds is like a tree full of leaves and branches; I have climbed up the trunk, trusting to the support of faith. I arouse men and women; may Your rule prevail throughout all worlds! Through merit men attain to happiness; these are mere cries of ours. I cannot remember what is mine or others,—what shall I do? I have lost the thoughts that lead like a smooth way to happiness; I have set on Your head as a burden my cares of getting and keeping. Stretch out to Thy suppliant Tuka Thy hand that calms all fear!
What shall I do? These evil wretches are hard to bear. Your name in the three worlds is like a tree full of leaves and branches; I have climbed up the trunk, trusting to the support of faith. I arouse men and women; may Your rule prevail throughout all worlds! Through merit men attain to happiness; these are mere cries of ours. I cannot remember what is mine or others,—what shall I do? I have lost the thoughts that lead like a smooth way to happiness; I have set on Your head as a burden my cares of getting and keeping. Stretch out to Thy suppliant Tuka Thy hand that calms all fear!