Saying 'mine, mine,' they got hopelessly entangled and perished. Nothing here is real; bow at the guru's feet. Come, toss a coin, woman, and stop this idle talk; without a guru there is no true path, and whatever else you do is wasted. They eat, drink, dress, and adorn themselves, saying 'we are fine,' but when a saint comes to their door they turn their backs. Having read and studied, they call themselves saints, yet at the sight of another's wife their minds grow restless. They wear tilak-marks, caps, and rosaries and proclaim themselves holy, but without compassion and righteousness in the heart they are nothing but frauds. In this dark age, saints have multiplied in every house, wandering from door to door for a mouthful of food. If the saints say I have slandered them, I answer: this is not slander, brothers. Says Tuka, I remain with undivided devotion at the feet of the true saints.

Saying 'mine, mine,' they got tangled up and died. Nothing here is real. Bow at the guru's feet. Come, woman, toss down your coin, stop the idle talk. Without a guru there is no path; whatever else you do is empty. They eat and drink and dress and adorn themselves and say, 'we are doing well.' But when saints and holy men come to the door, they turn their backs. They have read and studied and grown clever, and they call themselves saints. Yet at the sight of another man's wife their minds go restless. They put on tilak and cap and rosary and call themselves holy men. With no mercy and no right conduct in the heart, know them for frauds. In this dark age, in house after house, saints have sprung up in great numbers. For a bellyful of food they wander door to door. If these so-called saints say I have slandered them, brothers, this is not slander. Tuka says: with undivided love I take refuge at the feet of the true saints.