He is no one's friend or companion; he has slipped away from everyone's grasp. The selfless one is called a fool by all; how has he become a burden to everyone? No one claims him as their own; he wanders in forests and wilderness, anywhere at all. He bathes at dawn and smears himself with sacred ash, and seeing this, people mock him. With a tulsi rosary at his throat he sits apart, and they say: what has come over this wretch? He sings without shame in any place he pleases; mother, father, and brother hurl abuse. His wife at home says: where did the wretched woman give birth to him? Better if he had died a eunuch. Born into the world, he has become separate from all. Says Tuka, such a one is rare and dear to Gopala; he who has turned away from worldly life has found the proven path.

He is no one's relative, no one's companion. He has slipped out of everyone's grasp. They call him a poor fool with no desires. How did he become a burden to all? No one says, this one is mine. He wanders in forests and wild places, anywhere at all. He bathes at dawn. He smears himself with sacred ash. Seeing this, people speak ill of him. A tulsi rosary at his throat, he sits apart, and they say: what has come over this wretch? He sings without fear, sitting wherever he pleases. Mother, father, and brother hurl abuse. His wife at home says: where did the woman give birth to him? It would have been better if he had died. Born into the world, he has become separate from everyone. And so he is dear to Gopala, and hard to find. Tuka says: the one who has turned away from worldly life, that very one has taken the proven path.