WHEN a fawn loses itself in the forest, its
heart breaks with grief; so I, without thee,
am a stranger in a strange land; do not wait to
see me perish. Take to Thyself the millions
of sins I have committed; do not disappoint me
at the last. Give a thought to me now, O Infinite
One, says Tuka.
heart breaks with grief; so I, without thee,
am a stranger in a strange land; do not wait to
see me perish. Take to Thyself the millions
of sins I have committed; do not disappoint me
at the last. Give a thought to me now, O Infinite
One, says Tuka.