O Krishna, I am alone, all alone. I was separated from you. Fear grips me in this forest, for I am a timid girl. When I left home, my mother and father tried to stop me; then why did I come with you, O Hari? People warned me you were false, but I was already hooked. The berry bushes have ripened and stand before me, but where has Hari gone? The forest has grown thick with tangled thorns and bushes; who knows what game Krishna has set up now? Says Tuka, let me retrace the path I came by and search for Hari, even if thorns tear my feet without mercy.