My forefathers have all died, yet you, O Hari, remain just as you are. How have you survived, Vitthoba? Tell me. Before your very eyes, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all died. Childhood and youth have pursued us like a shadow to old age. All along, you have been at ease because no one was left to argue with you. Says Tuka, looking at you, I see the marks of age upon my own body.