My idle talk is looked on as poetry, but it is not moist with moisture from my innermost being.
Narayana returns no answer to me; I have no influence over him.
Why did this shameless voice utter words? I am not at heart a reflective man.
Tuka says, My exertions have borne no fruit; what happened to me, O dweller in Pandhari?
Narayana returns no answer to me; I have no influence over him.
Why did this shameless voice utter words? I am not at heart a reflective man.
Tuka says, My exertions have borne no fruit; what happened to me, O dweller in Pandhari?