When I recall Thee, what other source of
pleasure is left me? Nothing comes be-
tween us; the seed has borne its fruit. Vain dis-
quietude and weariness—how can they touch my
spirit? Tuka says, All doubt has left me, through
devotion to Thy feet.
pleasure is left me? Nothing comes be-
tween us; the seed has borne its fruit. Vain dis-
quietude and weariness—how can they touch my
spirit? Tuka says, All doubt has left me, through
devotion to Thy feet.