Alas, upon our foreheads such is Your design: the very purity we would hold cannot be attained through yogic effort. What was the point of all this except sport? You have made us separate from Yourself. Show me where sin and merit stand as tangible forms. Why do You burden us with intentions and consequences? Says Tuka, now call off this mischief, O Panduranga; this torment is all an illusion.