Let no more deceit dwell in the heart. Then whom would one need to beg? When the measure of truth is applied, no fraud can slip through. Narayana is sweet from beginning to end. The truly clean one is untouched by pollution; the genuine naturally falls into the genuine mold. The path of reflection is cool and restful. Before wisdom, brute strength is no more than a blade of grass. Even the food one eats is digested and absorbed, but residual desire still lingers. Says Tuka, let me put the lock of silence on my lips. You are my Mother, O Panduranga.