Pleasures are not dear to us through any
virtue of their own; you are blinded, you
hunger and thirst—how is it
they were stilled? How is it my fickle mind was
steadied? The world loves wealth more than life;
we count it viler than stones. Relatives, friends,
and all mankind, how is it I have been able to
make them alike to me? Tuka says, Very close
to me is Panduranga; it is He who feels my pains
and pleasures.
O God, it is Thy glory to make barren cows
yield milk; I ask Thee for no such wonder;
show me only thy feet. The clouds pour forth
water for the chataka bird; pearls are forth-
coming for the rayahaws; why does my prayer
distress thee, O God? Says Tuka.
virtue of their own; you are blinded, you
hunger and thirst—how is it
they were stilled? How is it my fickle mind was
steadied? The world loves wealth more than life;
we count it viler than stones. Relatives, friends,
and all mankind, how is it I have been able to
make them alike to me? Tuka says, Very close
to me is Panduranga; it is He who feels my pains
and pleasures.
O God, it is Thy glory to make barren cows
yield milk; I ask Thee for no such wonder;
show me only thy feet. The clouds pour forth
water for the chataka bird; pearls are forth-
coming for the rayahaws; why does my prayer
distress thee, O God? Says Tuka.