The burden of rules and prohibitions makes you unreachable, O Giver. Therefore with stammering, childlike speech, my tongue repeats your Name ceaselessly, O Hari, that raft upon the ocean of existence. All is pervaded by you: thus say the Vedas, thus thunder the Puranas. I have no other meditation, no other practice, no other desire. At the end of every ritual comes the offering to Brahman. That mantra is the reason for everything. Says Tuka, without even a vowel mark or a dot, the Name alone suffices.