The charlatan changes his outward form while keeping his dhyana fixed on the fish. He wears tilak, rosaries, insignia, and sacred marks, hiding his snares from the world. As the fisherman baits the hook and conceals the barb, the butcher lovingly raises the animal only to cut its throat. Says Tuka, I am just such a one among the people, yet You, O Panduranga, are gracious.

The fraud changes his outward costume while his attention stays fixed on the catch, the way a heron stands still eyeing the fish. He puts on the tilak, the rosaries, the holy marks and insignia, and hides his snares from everyone. As the fisherman baits the hook and keeps the barb out of sight, as the butcher fattens the animal with kindness only to cut its throat, so does he. Tuka says: I am just such a counterfeit among people, and yet you, Panduranga, are gracious to me anyway.