I am perishing, O God; I know not how to offer
Thee service or devotion; now I stand still
with folded hands before Thee. I know not what
to do; I gaze upon Thy feet. Tuka says, I will
gather up in my cloth the gift Thou hast given me.
Thee service or devotion; now I stand still
with folded hands before Thee. I know not what
to do; I gaze upon Thy feet. Tuka says, I will
gather up in my cloth the gift Thou hast given me.