My shrine is the true one; it belongs to no other. Its imprint stands across all three worlds and need not be erasededs no verification. Come, prostrate yourselves, offer some prayer; this deity will sweep away the ghosts of worldly existence. Those entangled in the tumult of sense-pleasures are seized by the three qualities, yet when the cry of Hari's name strikes their ears, they rise at once. Ego, lust, anger, and envy flee in a rush of love, abandoning all their strongholds. Maya and attachment, which had taken full shelter, all scatter together at the sight of the divine color. Says Tuka, offer your sincere devotion and every doubt in the mind will vanish; you need wander nowhere else.

My shrine is the true one; it belongs to no one else. Its mark stands across all three worlds; you need not ask. Come, fall down full length, make your prayer. This deity will sweep the house clean and drive out the ghost of worldly life. Those who have fallen into the uproar of the senses are gripped by the three qualities. But when the cry of Hari's name strikes their ears, they rise at once. Ego, lust, anger, and envy flee in a rush of love, leaving every stronghold behind. Maya and the sense of mine, which had settled in firmly, all scatter together when they see the color of God. Tuka says: give your true faith, and the doubt in your mind will dissolve. You need wander nowhere else.