A quarrel has broken out among my senses. The ears and tongue say they are satisfied, but hands, feet, and forehead are in torment, and a great famine has fallen upon the eyes. The mouth sings God's glories and the ears listen, but the others cry, 'Our need is different!' When Your vision is granted, the debt of all will be settled, and each will receive its share. Says Tuka, O Narayana, grant this, for such indeed is my longing.