My head I place at the feet of the glorious saints, I lay my eight limbs like a staff on the ground.
I have found peace in these promises of protection; the bliss of love has grown up in my heart.
My body is suffused with this milk-flow of mercy; it is nothing else; I am saved.
Tuka says, Though I am not meet to serve Thee, my store of old merit has found its consummation.
I have found peace in these promises of protection; the bliss of love has grown up in my heart.
My body is suffused with this milk-flow of mercy; it is nothing else; I am saved.
Tuka says, Though I am not meet to serve Thee, my store of old merit has found its consummation.