Through many past births, this is what we have been doing. We cool those who are scorched by the heat of worldly suffering. Let us proclaim Hari's heroic deeds, gathering the joyful Vaishnavas together. We shall draw living streams of water even from stone. With pure hearts and strings of the Name, let us sing, dance, and clap with joy. By that strength, we trample Death under our feet. Says Tuka, lust and anger have both been thrown in prison. We have become the masters of our senses, true renunciants.