Cultivate this free field: the Name of Vithoba. There is no forced labor, no tax to pay, no intermediary to satisfy. There is no rival; you yourself are the sole owner. No plowing of austerity or penance is needed, no toilsome double-tilling. No cultivation of ritual action is required, nor the upkeep of religious duty. No sowing of the seed of accumulated karma is necessary; the crop ripens in its own place. There is no fear of the thief called death, for Vitthal's watchman stands guard. The crop never fails; only a fool would worry. It yields at all times; not a moment goes to waste. Love has ripened beyond measure; there is no barn large enough to store it. Says Tuka, shame upon the one who misses such a harvest.