Wherever I go, I am a vendor of stale goods; I can see no prospect of gain.
Were the lines drawn upon my forehead propitious, should I suffer this toil and care?
Thou wilt not receive me as Thy own; and the worldly comforts I once had I have lost.
My allotted portion has now once been given me to endure.
Time is stealing from me my capital, life. When did I hear of Thy fame? How is it I lose my life? says Tuka.
Were the lines drawn upon my forehead propitious, should I suffer this toil and care?
Thou wilt not receive me as Thy own; and the worldly comforts I once had I have lost.
My allotted portion has now once been given me to endure.
Time is stealing from me my capital, life. When did I hear of Thy fame? How is it I lose my life? says Tuka.