Do not close your eyes and pretend it is night; Death sits making his account. Remember Rama's name now; seize this chance and tie the knot at the root. Set aside idle distractions and fix your gaze upon Govinda. This human body is brief: count a hundred years, and half is spent in sleep. Add childhood, illness, and decline, and see what time remains for devotion. Nothing here is dependable; be alert, release the grip of desire and illusion. When strength fails, the noose will fall, and the terror ahead is vast. Practice even a little devotion with a firm and steady heart; set body, mind, and attention straight if you wish for a sweet ending. Says Tuka's brother, with folded hands I beg all people, great and small: give me this one gift, and say the name of Rama.