Hear the etiquette of the sacred gathering; I shall tell it, so receive it with devotion. What Govinda loves is this alone. Cymbals, instruments, song, and dance; the inner being filled with love. One who sings should be honored according to his devotion. Do not lazily stretch your limbs during the discourse or sniff about the kirtan with contempt. The one who shows disdain is a wretch. The one who chews betel, sits proudly, swollen with self-importance, and lets his mind wander from the Name while engaging others in gossip is a wretch. The one who seeks honor at the discourse, making a display of his dignity, adjusting his garments instead of listening, is a wretch. The one who sits on a cushion while making Hari's servants hold his belongings deserves to be put on the stake, in all certainty. The one who does not bow with folded hands when arriving, who does not call himself humble without being asked, and who walks over others, is a wretch. Says Tuka, I implore the people: do not bring faults into the sacred gathering. Surrender to Narayana with whole-chitta devotion.

I will tell you the rule for the time of the discourse; receive it with devotion. This alone is what Govinda loves. Cymbals, instruments, song, dance, the heart full of love: honor the singer according to his devotion. Do not lazily stretch your body, and do not sniff at the kirtan with contempt; the one who shows scorn is base. The one who chews betel, sits stiff and swollen with self-importance, lets his mind drift from the Name and pulls others into gossip, is base. The one who hunts for honor at the discourse, who shows off his rank, who fusses with his clothes instead of listening, is base. The one who sits on a cushion and makes Hari's servants hold his belongings deserves the stake, for certain. The one who does not bow with folded hands when he comes, who will not call himself humble, who tramples over others, is base. Tuka says: I beg you, do not bring your faults into the gathering. Surrender to Narayana with a whole heart.