It was good, O God, that I went bankrupt. It was good that the famine afflicted me. Through remorse, your remembrance took root, and worldly life became repulsive. It was good that I was humiliated before the world. It was good that wealth and cattle were lost. It was good that I abandoned all concern for public opinion. It was good that I came to you, O God, in surrender. It was good that I devoted myself to your service and let go of wife and children. Says Tuka, it was good that I kept the Ekadashi vow, fasting and staying awake through the night.