Let my body be filled with Your form, O King of Pandhari. Like a reflection in a mirror, one form appears as two, yet there is no real difference. The stored-up joy spends itself slowly through authority. The four paths of life have opened up and the difficult corners have been cleared. Like the pupil of the eye that embraces every shadow that falls upon it, once the collyrium of Krishna is applied, there is no turning back. Says Tuka, the soul has been imprinted upon Shiva; wherever the mind wishes, there it may go. The branch has broken off in name only; in truth, all division is destroyed.