One says, hush, stay quiet, just follow behind. Let none sleep at home tonight; let us all stay awake. Hari, the all-knowing, sits silently in their midst, hearing without seeming to hear, knowing who says what and how. He draws out from the belly what lies on the lips and gives each one accordingly. One says, we are greatly tormented by our mothers; she will not give us curd-rice lunch and pours buttermilk for others to drink. We are scorched herding cattle with no water or shade; let us now beg at his feet for a full belly. Another says, how much can your belly hold? Let us ask for cows, buffaloes, horses, wealth, and fortune. Kanho is our friend and our God; what do we not have at hand? Let us ask for daughters, sons, maidservants, and fine beds. Another says, fools, who will look after all that? A donkey is the same as a horse; who will honor it? Carrying four people on your shoulders brings the disease of worldly life. Better to wander free in the open with sticks and shaved heads. Another says, the forest is full of wild beasts that tear out eyes and carry off hands and feet. One who cannot even protect himself, what kind of warrior is he? Better to sit at home; who would choose this wandering life? But if you sit at home, they pile on endless chores; nobody likes an idle person, as we well know. One must look proper among people, and it is best to play secretly with our friend. Another says, good companions are those who agree with you and let you have your way. Those who do not belong there kick and quarrel; when one runs off crying, chaos breaks out. Another says, can all the children really stay quiet while playing? How can that happen among the young and old? Everyone gets angry if you call one of them good; quarrels grow in company, and the truth is won only alone. Another says, where will you go all by yourself? Drop this useless talk; your words are all false. Stay put right where you are; why tire yourself on the road? Everyone's packed lunch is stuffed in your bundle anyway. Says Tuka, why do you keep telling stories and tales? Your words cannot be licked clean when hunger strikes the belly. Let us wake up Kanho and ask for a morsel at his plate. The friends are full, and Tuka belches with Vitthal's name on his lips.

One says, hush, just follow behind; let no one sleep at home tonight, let us all stay awake. Hari, who knows everything, sits silent in their midst, hearing without seeming to hear, knowing who says what and how. He draws out what is in the belly onto the lips, and gives each one what fits. One says, our mothers torment us; she will not give us curd-rice for lunch and pours buttermilk for others to drink. We are scorched herding cattle with no water and no shade; let us beg at his feet for a full belly. Another says, how much can your belly hold? Let us ask for cows, buffaloes, horses, wealth, and fortune. Kanho is our friend and our God; what do we not have at hand? Let us ask for daughters, sons, maidservants, and fine beds. Another says, fools, who will look after all that? A donkey is no different from a horse; who honors it? Carrying four people on your shoulders brings the disease of worldly life. Better to wander free in the open, with sticks and shaved heads. Another says, the forest is full of wild beasts that tear out eyes and carry off hands and feet. A man who cannot protect himself, what kind of warrior is he? Better to sit at home; who would choose this wandering life? But if you sit at home, they pile on endless chores; nobody likes an idle one, as we well know. One must look proper among people, and it is best to play in secret with our friend. Another says, good companions are the ones who agree with you and let you have your way. Those who do not belong there kick and quarrel; when one runs off crying, chaos breaks out. Another says, can all the children really stay quiet while they play, the young and the old alike? Everyone turns angry if you call just one of them good; quarrels grow in company, and the truth is won only alone. Another says, where will you go all by yourself? Drop this useless talk; your words are all false. Stay put right where you are; why tire yourself on the road? Everyone's packed lunch is already stuffed in your bundle. Tuka says: why do you keep telling stories and tales? Your words cannot be licked clean when hunger strikes the belly. Let us wake Kanho and ask for a morsel at his plate. The friends are full, and Tuka belches with Vitthal's name in his throat.