Rain falls according to its own nature; the land yields its crop according to its own destiny. Whatever seed is sown, that fruit will come at the end; profit and loss belong to each alone. A lamp has no partiality within it; honest person and thief receive its light alike. Crows feed on scraps, partridges on gravel, but the royal swan feeds on pearls. Says Tuka, here, love is the only cause; as one's love is, so Narayana ripens for each.

Rain falls according to its own nature. Each piece of land yields its crop according to its own fate. Whatever seed is sown, that fruit comes in the end. The profit and the loss belong to each one alone. A lamp holds no partiality. Owner, thief, honest man, it gives its light to all the same. The crow feeds on scraps, the partridge on gravel, the royal swan on pearls. Tuka says: here love is the only cause. As your love is, so Narayana ripens for you.