Having sifted the pure portion, you filled the tray. But then you ground everything coarsely and ruined the Name. Sift it clean, O my friend; why, O sinful one, have you spoiled the preparation? Look carefully into the winnowing tray at what has been opened; what was whole has been destroyed by the storm of worldliness. All is still there in the tray, and it is in your hands alone. Whether the flour is fine or coarse depends on how you grind. Look into the tray and pick out the firm, whole grains. By mixing everything together like a fool, you have ruined it all. While grinding, the stones clash; can you not see or hear what is happening? Says Tuka, just look carefully into the tray; without effort, the result is there, or else you will be cast aside.