ACHILD tells his mother of his hunger and thirst: what does he know of the troubles she takes to relieve him ? Even so take all my burden on thyself and protect me. Why wilt thou remember my merits or my faults ? Iam one heap of sin, O Narayana ! Void of my service to thee, abject, guilty ; why wilt thou consider all this now ? When my spirit first followed thy feet, I trusted to this acquisition. Tuka says, Thou hast saved many; O bethink thee of me now !