Craving the communal meal, God entered the water and became a fish. He wipes his hands and laughs, playing tricks along the riverbank. He knows no shame about taking his share; he sees what is within every heart. When someone becomes meek, he never lets them feel separate. Before him, all schemes and strategies prove false and hollow. Those who stand with folded hands, he never neglects. Says Tuka, take this at your ease; let each enjoy as they can, savoring the nectar of love and delight. The cowherd boys say, come Kanho, let us ask for something, let us tell him the longing that dwells in our hearts.