O husband of Lakshmi, listen to my words!
I pray to Thee in my wretchedness. With
folded hands I wait while Thy song is sung; draw
near to me Thyself. Listen to my cry; I ask for
nothing more. Tuka’s brother says, O God grant
this little petition.
I pray to Thee in my wretchedness. With
folded hands I wait while Thy song is sung; draw
near to me Thyself. Listen to my cry; I ask for
nothing more. Tuka’s brother says, O God grant
this little petition.