Listen to this, O saints. I am the worst of sinners. Why do you honor me with such affection? My own conscience bears witness: I have truly not been liberated. Some believe in me because others do. I was greatly tormented by worldly life, beaten and burdened like a pack animal. I stayed on only because I had no other recourse. Whatever little wealth I had, much or small, I did not truly renounce; it was given to Brahmins and beggars. I severed bonds with wife, sons, and brothers, having naturally become destitute, a wretched, luckless soul. I could not show my face to anyone and took to hiding in forests and ravines; solitude was all I sought. My belly was beaten by hard labor; there is no mercy in that fate. When people call me good, I accept it simply because it comes naturally. I served my elders as was our family custom, and so I worship this God. Says Tuka, do not take me on the basis of mere sentiment.