I am helpless and full of offenses, devoid of good deeds, dull of mind and intellect. I have never once remembered You in my speech, O treasury of mercy, my mother and father. I never listened to or sang Your sacred songs. I held on to shame and abandoned my own welfare. I had no love for the Puranas or for sitting with the saints; I indulged greatly in slander of others. I neither did nor caused any good deed to be done. No compassion arose in me when others suffered. I engaged in wrong trade and bore the burden of family. I made no pilgrimage, performed no offerings with these hands and feet. No service to saints, no charity, no worship of Your image came to pass. Sins of bad company and many wrongs were committed; I do not know what good I should do. Says Tuka, I have become my own enemy, a claimant against myself. But You are an ocean of mercy; carry me across.

I am an orphan and a wrongdoer. I have no good deeds, my mind is dull, my judgment is weak. I never once brought you to mind in my speech, O treasury of mercy, my mother and father. I never listened to your songs or sang them. I held on to my shame and threw away my own good. I had no taste for the Puranas, no taste for sitting with the saints. I slandered others a great deal. I did no kindness and caused none to be done. No pity rose in me for those who suffered. I carried on trade that should not be done. I carried the load of my family. I made no pilgrimage. I kept this body and these hands and feet only for themselves. There was no service to saints, no giving of gifts, no worship and no sight of your image. Through bad company I committed many wrongs. I took many paths of unrighteousness. I do not know what good I should do. It is not fit even to speak it or recall it. I have become my own destroyer. I have turned into my own enemy, the one suing against myself. But you are an ocean of mercy. Tuka says: carry me across.