In old age come sneezing, colds, and coughing. He sits with his hand pressed to his forehead. His mouth has shriveled like a coconut shell, and mucus flows from his nose without cease. When he tries to speak, the words come out garbled, his throat rattling with phlegm. The neighbors say, why does this wretch not die already, he has brought us nothing but vexation. Says Tuka, abandon all other concerns now and remember Rama, Rama, every moment.