Make this one investment: keep Rama upon your tongue. By it, the cycle of birth in the womb will cease. The craving for spouse, children, and wealth is perishable; the seed whose nature is toil yields only toil as its fruit. Build a sound boat of the effortless names, a boat that will reach the far shore of the ocean of existence. Says Tuka, strike Death across the face. Fill your quiver with arrows bearing the names of Hari and Rama.