HE who contains within him the fourteen worlds has become a treasure in my throat. What is there lacking in my house ? Prosperity and mystic powers embrace me at the door. He who bound the demons to his feet embraces me with both of his arms. He, who has neither form nor shape nor outline, has assumed a shape in answer to my devotion. He, who contains within him the infinite worlds of Brahma, has become as small as an ant for my sake. If I have lightly spurned prosperity and mystic powers, what should I care for the common gifts of the world? Tuka says, I have become stronger than God by putting desire away from me.