Tuka is foolish and silly, he talks too much
nonsense; his tongue is always craving to
utter Rama, Krishna, Hari, Govinda. He puts his
faith in Panduranga; he knows no other god. He
seems to see everywhere the wisdom his preceptor
taught him; he thinks of nothing else. He listens
to no one else; he dances naked where God is
preached. He is sick of the company of men; in
strange places he rolls on the earth for joy; he
listens to no one’s advice. Many have laughed at
him, but he does the same still. O ye lepers,
come, spit on Tuka, and turn him out!
nonsense; his tongue is always craving to
utter Rama, Krishna, Hari, Govinda. He puts his
faith in Panduranga; he knows no other god. He
seems to see everywhere the wisdom his preceptor
taught him; he thinks of nothing else. He listens
to no one else; he dances naked where God is
preached. He is sick of the company of men; in
strange places he rolls on the earth for joy; he
listens to no one’s advice. Many have laughed at
him, but he does the same still. O ye lepers,
come, spit on Tuka, and turn him out!