What do I, a wretch, know of Your depths, O Panduranga? When You hold firm, there is nothing You cannot accomplish. I was hasty before, dull-witted and base, yet You, O treasury of compassion, did not cast me aside. You are the God of gods, the life of the entire universe. Why must we, Your servants, have to plead for Your mercy? Says Tuka, O Sustainer of the World, I am truly a fallen one. My other offense is that I sat at Your door insisting.