The harvest has come; guard it on all four sides. The crop is ripe, but you must watch over it carefully. Do not rest while the grain is still standing. Load the sling and hurl the stone with full force; the whole flock of birds will flee in panic. Light your fire and keep watch through the night. When sleep threatens, let both strength and buddhi come alive in you. When the threshing is done and the world is fed from the harvest, clear the floor and give to each their rightful share. Says Tuka, once what is truly your own comes into your hands, there is nothing more to be done. The chaff has been separated and cast away.