SUCH as I am I have sought your protection, O Hari ! Now you must not belie your reputation. My mind is not purified, but I call myself your devotee. Wretch that I am, who cares for me ? Tuka utters your name. I HAD fallen into confusion and desire of what is worthless; through pride I had grown false and culpable. It is well that my eyes were opened or I should have suffered anguish. All creation is weeping tears through its own misconduct. My mind is so pre-occupied by gain that I have forgotten death; it will never turn back from its purposes. Tuka says, If a man remembers not Nar&yana, he stores up wealth and dies and leaves it for his children to quarrel over.