Thirteen days have passed as I stand here waiting, and still You do not come, O Ananta, my mother and father. You sit there wrapped in a shell of stone. What has happened to You, O Hrishikeshi? I will now give up my life before You. I will lay the blame of my death upon You, O Panduranga. I have placed all my hope in You, Vithabai; I will destroy my very life, O Panduranga. Says Tuka, I have resolved utterly. I will lay down my life at Your door.