Toss, toss the ball! The root-lock is the waistband, and bhava is the wager. Now watch my turn. Hand to hand she was caught and lost her sense of self. My resolve is firm; drop your feeble words. Let Hari accept you; do not fall into the cycle again. Hold your dignity, you shameless one; the world will beat a shameless woman. Sit behind your bhava and listen to my counsel. Give up the commotion you have made; fix your longing here instead. Turn your back on the world's sway and restrain your speech. You have scattered yourself, child; ahead lies only ruin. Now stand firm in your place and look straight ahead. Do not become a sow, or next a donkey, or a bitch. Nama proved himself true, and I did well for myself. Says Tuka, the rest of the girls were scattered and lost.

Toss it, toss the ball! The root-lock is your waistband, and your wager is bhava itself. Now watch how I take my turn. Hand to hand she was caught, and she lost her sense of being a separate self. My resolve is firm; drop your feeble talk. Let Hari take you up; do not fall back into the cycle again. Hold your dignity, you brazen one, for the world beats down the shameless. Sit close behind your bhava and listen to my counsel: give up the uproar you have raised, and fix your longing here instead. Turn your back on the world's pull and rein in your speech; you have scattered yourself, child, and ahead lies only ruin. Now stand firm in your place. Do not make yourself a pig, a donkey, a stray dog. Nama made his own portion good and true. Tuka says: the others only scattered the girls and lost them.