I was performing my service in quiet contentment. Why then, O God, have You agitated my mind? Countless waves rise in the chitta, and it seems as though everything should be renounced. Who but You is the governor of the mind, O Narayana? Tell me if there is another. Says Tuka, this is my plea made in playful earnestness. I do not know how to play games. Will You play them on my behalf?.