Knowing the hidden feeling within, You have done what was needed, O Panduranga. The word You have spoken never falls to the ground. You are the mother of the helpless. Fulfill the hope of this beggar, O Dweller of Pandhari, Father and Mother. The fear within this jiva is destroyed; whatever remnant of doubt and duality remained has gone. Says Tuka, now I am unburdened. I shall sing Your boundless virtues.