O Vitthala, thou art the prince of the gener-
ous, the life of the world. Thou art a heap
of generosity, all perfection dwells with thee.
Thy name is passing sweet, thou dost fulfil our
fond desires. Thy holy face is very good; I have
begun to fix my thoughts on Thee. O utter the
sweet name of Vitthala; we have heartily desired
him. Tuka cries lamentably on Thee; do Thou
run speedily to Him!
ous, the life of the world. Thou art a heap
of generosity, all perfection dwells with thee.
Thy name is passing sweet, thou dost fulfil our
fond desires. Thy holy face is very good; I have
begun to fix my thoughts on Thee. O utter the
sweet name of Vitthala; we have heartily desired
him. Tuka cries lamentably on Thee; do Thou
run speedily to Him!