HOW can I be saved? How shall Narayana be merciful to me ? Tell me, O ye saints, and pacify my mind. How shall the sum of my past perish ? How shall merit and demerit abandon me ? I know not the secret, and hence I despair. How shall I keep my mind at rest, beyond the reach of evil? How can I make myself pure? How shall I see my way to the end ? How shall I provide me such a store of merit ? I will embrace the feet of God; the lord of the world will gently caress me till my throat is choked with devotion. How it will soothe my eyes to behold that happiness, that various delight ! I cannot tell how my lot will guide me; perchance desire will grow up within me. I weigh this thought continually day and night; I am disquieted. Tuka says, 1 have no strength of my own, to bring me to this final repose.