Its ruler has four arms and sixteen thousand wives. Let us dance our way to His town, O players, for He will give us rest and joy. Those who have gone before have become treasures beyond measure; none can describe their glory. Mightier than the mighty, He sustains the guardians of the world, and even Death has no access there. Pundalik, the farmer, tilled the field of devotion and became free of the sorrow of worldly life. The saints and the righteous have set up their shops there, where whatever you need is available. Liberation and worldly enjoyment are given away for nothing, and yet no one even glances at them. Both the market days are packed and overflowing with countless pilgrims. Those who have seen Pandhari say, we will not go even to Vaikuntha. For many days I held this longing, and today, through great effort, it has been fulfilled. Says Tuka, by the merit of your company, I have touched those holy feet. On the crossroads of Pandhari, the game is set up; all the Vaishnavas have gathered together.