A crowning pinnacle is set upon your work.
I worship You under the thousand names.
Truly the harvest is ripe; it stands thick and
plentiful. Narayana, the final gift has fallen to Our
lot. Tuka says, Our bellies are filled; we are saved
from the cry of need.
I worship You under the thousand names.
Truly the harvest is ripe; it stands thick and
plentiful. Narayana, the final gift has fallen to Our
lot. Tuka says, Our bellies are filled; we are saved
from the cry of need.