I had lost my way in a foreign land, all alone, with no sense of direction. Someone took me by the hand and brought me home. What can I give in return for such kindness? Just so, O Lord Keshi, I was wretched and shivering, unable to serve You, ashamed of myself. Like a mother who abandoned her newborn, with the ground itself left uncleansed. In the scorching heat, suffering hunger and thirst in that desolation, to be taken upon the lap, what can one call it? A stake upon the shoulders and the dread of death along the road, even great injustices were borne as though they were just. What was in my hand was snatched away, and I was cast behind. Says Tuka, such is the turn my fate has taken.