See how He runs at Pundalik's devoted service, crying out with abandon. Narayana has forgotten His own greatness, standing with hands on His hips, never saying He wishes to sit. Says Tuka, the Lord of the universe fulfills the hopes of His devotees. A child knows nothing of how to sustain life; the mother and father carry all the worry. With food served and play within, one who belongs to the Lord bears no burden. The body is cared for without one's knowing; the mother protects and indulges with love. Says Tuka, my Vitthal is my parent, and my authority rests upon Him.