-^TOW I shall toil no more in this world of woe; JIN I shall go humbly to the saints and beg of them a place by their feet. I know of no merit of mine that has brought thy feet within my reach. Now, O mother, forget me not, I beseech thee with loud cries. I am harassed by the world. 1 am caught in the poisonous net of illusive desire. The three qualities of the world foam like venom at my mouth, and I am overwhelmed with misery. Why should I number other miseries ? Thewhole world is an eddy of misery. I cannot bear it; adamant would break beneath it; my soul is filled with trembling fear; I utterly shrink from the tale of this fetid world. I am changed from a sane man to a mad man. I turn to the infinite one, says Tuka. G IVE me, O God, a humble condition; for the ant finds a particle of sugar to eat. Airavata is a huge jewel, hut he has to endure the goad. Grandeur brings sharp torments. Tuka says, Enow that we ought to be smaller than the smallest of things.