Come, come, let us all go and see the celebration in Vrindavan today. The cowherd boy has played His flute and that sound falls upon our ears; the chitta cannot hold still, the mind has grown restless. Set aside whatever work remains; do not let anything delay you. This is the very moment I know, the time for meeting Krishna. My eyes will be cooled just by gazing upon His blessed face. Let the household scold as they will; we shall endure the harsh words. Nothing that stands between us and meeting Krishna holds any appeal. Let the world talk, let shame be what it may; the chitta has grown utterly indifferent to it all. One by one they set out, calling to others to join them. Says Tuka, the Lord, through His beauty, has made them all absorbed in Him.

Come, come, all of you, let us go and see the festival in Vrindavan today. The cowherd has played his flute, and the sound has fallen on our ears; the heart will not stay still, the mind has gone restless. Drop whatever work is left, let nothing hold you back: this is the very hour I have been waiting for, the time to meet Krishna. My eyes will be cooled just by looking on his face; let the people at home scold me, I will bear their hard words. Nothing that stands in the way of meeting Krishna holds any charm for me now; let the world talk, let shame be what it will, my heart has turned away from all of it. Tuka says: all at once they set off, calling to one another, and God made them one with his own form.