Infinite in action, who makest all action visible; why art Thou dumb to me? O piety,
O protector of piety, who settest all in motion and liest beyond all! Thou dost not consider the limits of caste or creed; thou dost render to each perfect service. Thou art never ashamed, O Govinda: why art Thou silent now? Perchance thy incarnation, whether as fish or tortoise, has wearied thee. O Lord of the world, perchance Thou art tired with making and unmaking in the world. O consort of Lakhsmi, how often must I entreat Thee and come again and again crying to Thee? Dost thou say, “Enough of Thy company”? O image of pity, what has happened? How must I deal with thee now?
Why art thou angry? O thou that dost dispel sorrow, O saviour of the sinful, says Tuka.
O protector of piety, who settest all in motion and liest beyond all! Thou dost not consider the limits of caste or creed; thou dost render to each perfect service. Thou art never ashamed, O Govinda: why art Thou silent now? Perchance thy incarnation, whether as fish or tortoise, has wearied thee. O Lord of the world, perchance Thou art tired with making and unmaking in the world. O consort of Lakhsmi, how often must I entreat Thee and come again and again crying to Thee? Dost thou say, “Enough of Thy company”? O image of pity, what has happened? How must I deal with thee now?
Why art thou angry? O thou that dost dispel sorrow, O saviour of the sinful, says Tuka.