I do not understand the subtleties of philosophy; my intellect is dull. Yet I meditate on the lotus feet in my chitta. I do not understand the distinctions of scripture. I pass my time in contemplation. I know nothing, yet I call myself a servant. Whatever pride arises from this, let it rest with Him. I have abandoned the ways of the world and cut off from society in one stroke. The old attachments have been severed; I have kept my mind fixed on the One alone. Says Tuka, O Lord of Rakhumai, O compassionate one toward Your devotees, protect me.