Let me sing the deeds and glories of the Lord who tended the cows alongside his companions. He stole butter and let himself be bound by the throat. He enchanted the milkmaids with the music of his flute. He showed wondrous affection to his mother and father, and that sweetness we bring now into our own hearts. He destroyed the wicked and protected the devoted. Says Tuka, let us flow on in this current of his company for all time.