Many of mine have died; yet You, O Hari, remain exactly as You are. Vitthoba, how have You survived? Tell me this. Before Your very eyes my father died, my grandfather, my great-grandfather. Childhood and youth have both followed us relentlessly to the very end. You have had it easy all along; there was no one left to contend with You. Says Tuka, looking upon You, I find all the tides of age washing over my own body.