WE are Sanyasis, bound to one spot, lords of the senses manifest in the flesh. We have not rooted out hope and love. This portion we have received unsought; with tranquil minds we have obtained it from Panduranga. Our staff is the erect body; we have replaced shaving by doing without it. For the postures of Yoga we choose a rag round the loins; for spiritual freedom a dwelling outside the town. We secure the chief season of time, within time itself; counting the world impure, we dwell apart. Our conduct is governed by cause and effect; our speech is ruled by the laws of speech. Listen to the rule of our conduct, to remain true to ourselves. Tuka loves not disguises, which govern the exterior, but in vain.