Do not hold anything back, speak only the truth. Whoever cheats will himself be cheated; spin him around and let him face the consequences. Without a full accounting, no one gives up what is theirs; everyone testifies against one another, and nothing is left free. Set aside the buttermilk and everything else: rice, bread, and curd. He who sits in the middle takes whatever comes and does not even have to ask for it to be brought. One is in a hurry and opens his bundle too soon. Another is untying his knots while yet another is already walking away. One stands bearing a load and watches foolishly while accomplishing nothing. Some have already made up their minds and settled into their positions. Some have tethered their cows, while others drive the strays. Some chase the wandering cattle, circling round and round. Some are so absorbed in grazing and fodder that they have forgotten to drink. One calls to another saying, let us go, while another lows like a longing cow. Some have set the simple, innocent children on distant paths while they themselves are tangled at home, ruining garlands of flowers. They will not spend what they have tied up in their own knots but gladly consume whatever is served to them freely. Whatever is seized by force they drag along; the beast of burden dies under the load it is made to carry. Some are entangled in the household by the snares of illusion and attachment, completely oblivious to any higher calling. Whatever stale provisions they had stored up from before, that is what they are now forced to eat. What was spent hand over hand is now gone, and only then does the loss become clear. Some have tied cloths on hands and feet and smeared ash on their bodies. Some are shaven and shorn, their tuft of hair cleanly removed. Some are lazy, lying below while their armpits spread above. Without any real provisions, their cleverness has become a joke to everyone. Says Tuka, now, O Krishna, distribute the shares among us all. You know well what each of us has and does not have. If you let us go, to whom shall we, your dependents, turn? O compassionate Lord, you have shown your grace; let us eat until our bellies are full.