The faithless one sees holy water as mere liquid and sacred images as mere stone. He regards the saints as ordinary human beings. Like the intimacy of a barren woman, his efforts are wasted; like a crop on ravaged land, all is fruitless. The faithless one is perpetually impure, always restless, never at peace. Says Tuka, one whose vision rests only on the surface, bound by body-consciousness, remains forever in sorrow.

The faithless one sees holy water as plain water and a sacred image as plain stone. He looks at the saints and sees only ordinary men. Like coupling with a barren woman, his effort comes to nothing; like a crop on ruined land, the harvest fails. Without faith he is always impure, an outcaste; his restlessness never ends. Tuka says: the one whose eyes rest only on the surface, bound to body-thinking, stays forever in sorrow.