Before I could become pure, impurity clung to me. In every attempt to set things right, new seeds of confusion are sown. I have traded everything away in one stroke for the wretched body. Now do not sever the bond with Your feet. In every intention, doubt creeps in, and sin flourishes. The rope mistaken for a snake becomes the root of death. Says Tuka, You who set this entire universe in motion, why should I worry, O Panduranga?.