To control my senses, this world would not have fettered me. Why should I have called myself a servant of Thine? I should have been wholly unconcerned with Thee. Through fear of the world I clung to thy skirt.
If Thou fulfillest not my wishes, where is thy greatness? If the senses could guard themselves, where would be thy greatness, says Tuka?
If Thou fulfillest not my wishes, where is thy greatness? If the senses could guard themselves, where would be thy greatness, says Tuka?