What could not be solved, I have solved and told you plainly, brother. Now lock it in and guard it with pure vigilance. Nothing now remains; I have seen myself with my own eyes. Do not resent the cost of this labor, and do not try to single out or describe anyone here. Says Tuka, at every step, Krishna, wearer of the forest garland, grants victory to the one who calls on Him even once. Great merit from many lifetimes is needed, the accumulated treasure of past births. When the worthy one arrives, it simply happens. What are you waiting for, brothers? Dance with joy, seize this chance. Eat your fill, and set something aside for later. The happiness that the eyes behold, let the heart also receive it. Says Tuka, what then can poor Death do? All the cowherd boys say, come, let us make our feast; let me see what provisions each of you has brought.