Listen, I tell you plainly: eat to sustain life whatever falls into your hands at home. Tilak-marks, rosaries, and saintly costumes are all mere show; the hand stretches out to beg, yet there is no real renunciation, and one worships a stone while serving the body. Smearing ash on the body, one boasts of being a great champion, yet remains enslaved to desire. What happiness is there in hanging upside down with feet above and head below? Such practices only inflict pain and lead to hell, yet the fool will not flee them. The clever trickster shouts and gathers crowds of women and children, torments the body for a coin, and in the end it all comes to nothing. To prove himself mighty, a man stands and displays his feats, bruising his own knees and elbows, ruining himself while writhing in agony. Do not play these empty games of dust and dirt. Instead, take the fragrance of sandal-paste: it benefits you and everyone around you, while hollow spectacles only bring disgrace. Says Tuka, listen to what I say: stop the game, do not pretend to understand anything. Let us first eat, for hunger gnaws at the belly; after being satisfied, everything else can be a pleasant pastime.

Listen, I tell you plainly: whatever comes to your house, eat it to keep yourself alive. O Vithal. Tilak-marks, rosaries, the little box, the costume, holding all this, he leads the world astray; he stretches out his hand, there is no renunciation in him, he shows a stone and worships his own body. O Vithal. Smearing ash on his dirty body, he beats his chest, I am a great champion, while his hands stay tied to desire, and then he comes begging. O Vithal. What pleasure is there hanging upside down, feet up and face down? He brings on his own pain and tastes his own misery; he falls into hell, yet the fool will not run from it. O Vithal. The trained one shouts his cries, gathers women and children and crowds, torments his body for a coin, and all he did is gone for nothing. O Vithal. To show the people he is a great champion, he stands and spreads out his feats, splits his knees and rubs his elbows, ruins himself and then writhes in his own pain. O Vithal. These empty games cheat people for nothing; holding the pose with a shaved head, the untouchable illusion is in his heart; without earning anything he has only disgraced his body. O Vithal. Do not play these games of dust and dirt at all. Take instead the fragrance of sandal-paste, of musk and scented powder: the perfume is for you and for others too; a thing of worth, while the hollow show is free disgrace. O Vithal. He grows very wretched from the game; there is no real strength of mind in him; blows on his back, his face black, his tongue waters at the root of lust. O Vithal. Tuka says: listen to what I say. Break off the game, do not pretend to anything. Come, let us eat first, hunger is gnawing the belly; once we are full, the rest can be a pleasant pastime. O Vithal.