My life has been fruitless and passed under
deep oppression. Now, then, run, run to
me! O Hari, why are you waiting? I have spent
my days struggling over “mine” or “thine”; my
face is soiled with dirt. My mind suffers me not to
trust; it seeks to drown me in the sea of life.
Pleasures have beset and oppressed me. Now I
have come to thee, O run and save me, says
Tuka.
deep oppression. Now, then, run, run to
me! O Hari, why are you waiting? I have spent
my days struggling over “mine” or “thine”; my
face is soiled with dirt. My mind suffers me not to
trust; it seeks to drown me in the sea of life.
Pleasures have beset and oppressed me. Now I
have come to thee, O run and save me, says
Tuka.