The minstrel-song is done, the tune is cast away, and the drum is in hand. Attachment and delusion have fallen away, and the conquest has spread through all three worlds. Come, Vithabai, give us the full feast. I hold back nothing when I find you on the open sands of the riverbank. Having wandered through eighty-four hundred thousand houses, I have come at last to your door, and for the sake of one coin I have renounced the entire world. Shame is dead, doubt is gone; let me dance at the great gate. Illusion and its shadow have been stripped away; no remnant remains. I have become a quarreler with the world, abandoned all constraint, and thrown aside all timidity. I will clasp your feet and fulfill the longing of my heart. Says Tuka, one small coin severs the bonds of worldly life; now we have traded our very lives for each other.

The minstrel-song is done, the tune set aside, the drum is in my hand. Maya and delusion have been made to fall away, and I have prevailed in all three worlds. Come, Vithabai, lay out the whole feast. I hold nothing back now that I have caught you here on the open sands. I have wandered through eighty-four lakh houses, and at last I have come to your door. For the sake of one coin I have given up the whole world. Shame is dead, doubt is gone; let me dance at the great gate. Illusion and its shadow have been wiped away; what is left over now? I have become a quarreler with the world; I have dropped all timidity, all anxious holding-back. I will clasp your feet and fill the longing of my heart. Tuka says: one small coin cuts the bonds of worldly life. Now you and I have traded our very lives for each other.