One thing fills me with wonder; my cries
for pity have been wasted, as though I had
put these upon a corpse. How could one fail to
be angry, on seeing you so false? Tuka says, O
Vitthala, how can you improve on what I have said?
for pity have been wasted, as though I had
put these upon a corpse. How could one fail to
be angry, on seeing you so false? Tuka says, O
Vitthala, how can you improve on what I have said?