I plod along like an ass; with a burden on my back. I go where the saints wish to take me; my body is in their power.
I am like a water-bag strengthened with battens of wood; within me is the strength of the food left by the saints.
I never quit the highway, I never shirk my load. By the authority they possess they keep me moving; I have no cares of my own.
Tuka prays earnestly, Give me no household affairs to transact.
I am like a water-bag strengthened with battens of wood; within me is the strength of the food left by the saints.
I never quit the highway, I never shirk my load. By the authority they possess they keep me moving; I have no cares of my own.
Tuka prays earnestly, Give me no household affairs to transact.