I have clutched the blanket tight and will not release it; I have staked my life on this. Here is the thief, catch Him, someone run! He wanders through the four corners of the house. I hold Him in my very hands, yet He cannot be recognized. My mother lit the lamp of this body. My cries bring no rescue; I call out and call out. Says Tuka, in this worldly game, I have been stripped bare.