My sight has brought me no experience; I speak only what my ears have heard.
If you utter the word ‘cakes,’ what comes of it? Does it make you feel as though you had eaten a meal?
O Hari and Hara, if you send friendly enquiries after me by letter, and show me no honour when we meet, what response must I think you mean to give me?
Why are you not the same within and without?
You act as though you were a stranger to me.
You create hopes in us by crying ‘I come,’ then you let the drowning man drift down the stream.
Tuka says, O Crest-Jewel of Wisdom, how long must I cry, ‘Where are you?’
If you utter the word ‘cakes,’ what comes of it? Does it make you feel as though you had eaten a meal?
O Hari and Hara, if you send friendly enquiries after me by letter, and show me no honour when we meet, what response must I think you mean to give me?
Why are you not the same within and without?
You act as though you were a stranger to me.
You create hopes in us by crying ‘I come,’ then you let the drowning man drift down the stream.
Tuka says, O Crest-Jewel of Wisdom, how long must I cry, ‘Where are you?’