Every prayer I made has gone in vain. Only my weariness remains, O Lord of Pandhari. When has He ever granted me satisfaction? Who has ever honored my childlike pleas? Practice is absent even in dreams, let alone in waking life. Now, going forward, I feel ashamed, O Panduranga, that I have been called a devotee before the world. Says Tuka, I no longer have any confidence. It seems as though You will let me go.