Do not take my impulsive words at face value; I am only trying to convey what I feel. With what strength can I press my case at Your feet? We servants can only appeal for mercy. What do I care for worldly reputation? Yet the experience itself is precious. Like one lured by a promise, my mind hovers close, hoping to catch Your word. It seems as if You will fulfill my longing, and so the frenzy has entered my body. Says Tuka, my only desire is this: I long for the treasure of Your divine face.