It is well that death has not yet devoured me, I have lived so long; the rest of my life I offer to Thee. O Hari, death allowed me a respite; my life has not yet perished; let me use to some purpose the time that is left; the chaff that has vanished—let it go! I was drowned in falsehood till I reached the bank; I struggled hard in the dream of life.
My time of conscious life I wasted, but I have gained something real, a sweet mouthful of food. I have sent a cry to Thee, whereby my fears have fled; it seems to be Thy fond delight to watch over thy suppliants. The night was passed meditating on my sin; there was light indeed, when the dawn appeared. What fault of ours can survive, when we have Thee for our champion? Perish then body, pleasure, pride and honour; I will strive for these no more; I am come, says Tuka, to seek Thee, Narayana, Lord of the world.
My time of conscious life I wasted, but I have gained something real, a sweet mouthful of food. I have sent a cry to Thee, whereby my fears have fled; it seems to be Thy fond delight to watch over thy suppliants. The night was passed meditating on my sin; there was light indeed, when the dawn appeared. What fault of ours can survive, when we have Thee for our champion? Perish then body, pleasure, pride and honour; I will strive for these no more; I am come, says Tuka, to seek Thee, Narayana, Lord of the world.