Since you have the power of speech intact,
why do you not shout aloud His name? You
are ashamed to cry ‘Hari’! You swell with pride
as you walk along. You stalk along in the self-
conceit of youth like a piebald dog without a tail.
In your insensate arrogance, you feel ashamed to
dance amid the train of pilgrims. Through the
influence of your own jewels, you pass by the tulsi
wreath. How delicate you have grown! Your
health cannot stand the fast on the eleventh day.
You never bathe yourself, or put ashes on your
forehead; you look complacently on your own skin,
yet there is nothing in flesh to help you. Here
is Tuka, beseeching with tears Him of the Lotus-
Navel, the Lord of the World.
why do you not shout aloud His name? You
are ashamed to cry ‘Hari’! You swell with pride
as you walk along. You stalk along in the self-
conceit of youth like a piebald dog without a tail.
In your insensate arrogance, you feel ashamed to
dance amid the train of pilgrims. Through the
influence of your own jewels, you pass by the tulsi
wreath. How delicate you have grown! Your
health cannot stand the fast on the eleventh day.
You never bathe yourself, or put ashes on your
forehead; you look complacently on your own skin,
yet there is nothing in flesh to help you. Here
is Tuka, beseeching with tears Him of the Lotus-
Navel, the Lord of the World.