What has kept you? Whom have you been
running to help? Have you been sleeping,
O king of gods? Has your delight in some one’s
devotion kept you? Can you not leave the faces of
the cowherd damsels? Have some one’s troubles
fallen on you? Is the road so long and cannot
you walk? Can it be that you see my faults and
blemishes, and you are angry, O Lord of Shri?
What is it has fallen to my lot? My soul is at my
eyes, says Tuka.
running to help? Have you been sleeping,
O king of gods? Has your delight in some one’s
devotion kept you? Can you not leave the faces of
the cowherd damsels? Have some one’s troubles
fallen on you? Is the road so long and cannot
you walk? Can it be that you see my faults and
blemishes, and you are angry, O Lord of Shri?
What is it has fallen to my lot? My soul is at my
eyes, says Tuka.