O Lord of compassion, I cry out to You: come quickly and deliver me. Hearing my pitiful words, may Narayana be moved to haste. All around, before and behind, I see only emptiness; placing my faith at Your feet, I watch the road. Let there be no more delay now, O Vitthal, my Mother and Father. Only this one thing remains for me; upon reflection, all else has become void. Says Tuka, now bestow Your gift of grace and reveal those even feet before my eyes.