As a fish pants out of the water, so pants my soul; my mind is chafed like that of one who cannot find a buried treasure. When a child is parted from his mother, you know how troubled He is, O God!
How often need I tell You what my state is; show me your feet which are the essence of all means! This anxious care has scorched my heart; I cannot tell why I have been forgotten. Tuka says, You know all this, so be merciful, O God!
How often need I tell You what my state is; show me your feet which are the essence of all means! This anxious care has scorched my heart; I cannot tell why I have been forgotten. Tuka says, You know all this, so be merciful, O God!