I have no work; see I have nothing more to do! I will go through such movements as present themselves, sitting still like a spectator. Through their needless appetites, mankind of their own will undergo trouble. Tuka has set himself apart; he lives in the world, yet he lives apart from it.
The servants of Hari are like Hari; free from fear, desire, anxious care and hope, they heed not the world; they are girded up with the strength of devotion. They have clasped His feet and abandoned the world; they need not honour goods. His name in their throats is a draught of nectar; they need nothing else. There is infinite room for compassion within Him; the Lord of the world is like a deep sea. The grip of lust and anger cannot be loosened; these are demons that press us into their service. They are strong enough to vanquish death; humble enough to retire before all men; generous enough to give themselves away; possessing all accomplishments, they claim no knowledge. The world is their servant; liberation waits their time. They send prosperity and perfection wandering; yea, the people of Vishnu will not touch them. They look on birth and death as a dream; they cannot tell their own from what is other men’s. Tuka says, With increasing delight I tell the story of their love.
The servants of Hari are like Hari; free from fear, desire, anxious care and hope, they heed not the world; they are girded up with the strength of devotion. They have clasped His feet and abandoned the world; they need not honour goods. His name in their throats is a draught of nectar; they need nothing else. There is infinite room for compassion within Him; the Lord of the world is like a deep sea. The grip of lust and anger cannot be loosened; these are demons that press us into their service. They are strong enough to vanquish death; humble enough to retire before all men; generous enough to give themselves away; possessing all accomplishments, they claim no knowledge. The world is their servant; liberation waits their time. They send prosperity and perfection wandering; yea, the people of Vishnu will not touch them. They look on birth and death as a dream; they cannot tell their own from what is other men’s. Tuka says, With increasing delight I tell the story of their love.