How wilt Thou set me free from the world?
I know not by what wisdom the Lord of the senses will accomplish this. Action never comes to an end; I see the road still stretching out before me; I am driven by my longings to distant lands. I am wholly surrounded by the enemy; I see no unguarded point. Now save from shame, O Narayana, him, Thy lowly servant, who entreats Thee. While engrossed in action, we know not what guilt or merit we are piling up; burn up my store of such once for all! The mind runs wildly through the door of the senses; do what we will we cannot hold it back. Hand, foot, ear, mouth, genitals, eyes and nose, lo! these are the doors of the body; they are never still for a moment, each seeks its own pleasure. They tear me from Thee,—such is their way; I have no power over them. All connections of the body, son, wife and brother, deceitful, greedy after wealth, people, rulers, friends, companions and associates, by the blows of various actions which they lay upon us, they seek to draw me down to destruction,—O save me somehow, Hari! says Tuka.
I know not by what wisdom the Lord of the senses will accomplish this. Action never comes to an end; I see the road still stretching out before me; I am driven by my longings to distant lands. I am wholly surrounded by the enemy; I see no unguarded point. Now save from shame, O Narayana, him, Thy lowly servant, who entreats Thee. While engrossed in action, we know not what guilt or merit we are piling up; burn up my store of such once for all! The mind runs wildly through the door of the senses; do what we will we cannot hold it back. Hand, foot, ear, mouth, genitals, eyes and nose, lo! these are the doors of the body; they are never still for a moment, each seeks its own pleasure. They tear me from Thee,—such is their way; I have no power over them. All connections of the body, son, wife and brother, deceitful, greedy after wealth, people, rulers, friends, companions and associates, by the blows of various actions which they lay upon us, they seek to draw me down to destruction,—O save me somehow, Hari! says Tuka.