Nothing separates a mother from her child; there is no wearisome discussion between them.
Give, O give me the sweets I crave for, in fond pity for one in trouble.
Admiring Thee for kindness such as this, I spoke the words I have spoken, O mother Panduranga, says Tuka.
Give, O give me the sweets I crave for, in fond pity for one in trouble.
Admiring Thee for kindness such as this, I spoke the words I have spoken, O mother Panduranga, says Tuka.