Thou shalt be sung by the lips of unnumbered men, for Thou hast unnumbered servants.
Then what account shall be made of me? I am fit for nothing but contempt.
Thou art always prosperous. O Narayana endued with skill!
Tuka says, Such are the spirits of the Kali age; none will pity these sinful wretches.
Then what account shall be made of me? I am fit for nothing but contempt.
Thou art always prosperous. O Narayana endued with skill!
Tuka says, Such are the spirits of the Kali age; none will pity these sinful wretches.