The more I taste this love, the more it grows; it never runs dry, for it is knotted to the very source. This one life is not enough to store all this joy, and in future births I will ask for the same. When one rides in a palanquin, the worry of the road vanishes; there is no fatigue even over great distances. Says Tuka, my Vitthal is my mother, and she knows my every hunger and thirst.