Death pursues me on this path, and I, with my meaningless 'I' and 'mine,' am helpless as a sheep. Now let fire consume such worldly trade; You are my only kinsman, O Panduranga. I was carrying a needless burden on my head; by the time I recognized what was unreal, it was almost too late. Says Tuka, what was near was made distant by the mirage that came in between.