Remember the God of Pandhari, holding devotion in your chitta. If you do not make the effort, ruin will come. Untangle quickly the net that darkness has cast. The spinning wheel of birth and death is a relentless whirlpool. Various occupations and their accumulations only bring scattered wandering through craving. Fix your mind on His feet and call yourself God's own. Indulging in many diversions and tricks will not lead you to Hari. He is the Father of the world, the Giver of both enjoyment and liberation. Do not say 'mine, mine' and carry that heavy burden. Why has their wisdom departed? There is no awareness of what lies beyond. Even the smallest of the small find fulfillment in Vitthal. His mark is upon the three worlds; this generous One is the crown jewel. The wavering one goes to waste; without patience, he sinks. If you do not waver, the reward comes right to your door. Nothing of this body endures; it is wholly perishable. The blessed one who revels in Hari's kirtan is truly fortunate. He takes you from this bank to the far shore; strive hard and become a hero. Compassion means letting the ego go. The craving for wealth and grain misleads; serving family becomes a trap. Take the Name of Govinda; this alone is true fortune. Spend your strength in serving others; ward off slander. Fruit and pleasure come as God sees fit for each. Let this be your cherished practice: sing Govinda, Govinda. Never yield your devotion into the hands of pretenders. Once you begin, do not abandon the path; laziness only puts mud in your mouth. Fame, glory, and honor come through joining with Narayana. If His light eclipses all else, then this duality disappears. Desiring nothing existent or non-existent leads to stillness. It is desire itself that binds, in chains, ropes, and fetters. One cannot see the end through closed eyes. Do not worry; otherwise you become an animal. The harvest of honest labor ripens from the cultivated field. Welfare is in your own hands, yet you do not act. Wear the ornaments of tulsi beads and sacred marks. Says Tuka, see the fame the servants of Vishnu have earned.

Remember the God of Pandhari; hold devotion in your heart. Make the effort, or ruin comes upon you. Darkness has trapped you; untangle the net at once. The household turns like a wheel, the whirlpool of birth and death. The pile of many cravings only scatters you, driven from place to place by thirst. Set your mind on His feet; call yourself God's own. With all your many amusements you will not reach Hari. He is the Father of the world, the Giver of both pleasure and release. Do not say 'mine, mine' and carry that weight as a burden. Why has their good sense left them? They have no clear thought of crossing over. Even the smallest of the small are made complete in Vitthal. His mark is on the three worlds; this generous One is the crown jewel. The wavering man is wasted; with no patience he sinks. If you do not waver, the gain comes home to your own door. Nothing of this body lasts; the body is wholly perishable. Blessed and fortunate is the young one who plays in Hari's kirtan. He throws you from this bank to the far shore; strike out with your arms and be a hero. Its name is compassion, the moment the ego goes. Greed for wealth and grain misleads; service of family becomes a snare. Take the Name of Govinda; this alone is the true fortune. Spend your strength helping others; drive off slander. Fruit and pleasure come to each as God sees fit. Let this be your good habit: on the tongue, Govinda, Govinda. Never hand your worship over to pretenders. Once you start, do not leave the path; laziness only fills your mouth with dirt. Fame, glory, honor come if Narayana is gained. As the sun blots out lesser lights, so this duality disappears. Wanting nothing, existent or non-existent, brings you to stillness. It is craving itself that binds you, in chains and ropes and fetters. You cannot see the end with your eyes shut. Do not grieve; otherwise you become a donkey, a dog. The harvest of honest labor ripens from the tended field. The good is in your own hand, yet look, you will not act. Put on the ornaments: tulsi beads, the sacred mark. Tuka says: see the fame the servants of Vishnu have won.