Darkness has swelled and grown overwhelming. I am frightened, O God; what is the fruit of this life? Now grant me sight, O Panduranga, my mother and father. I have come to your refuge; remove my sins, apply the healing balm to my eyes, and make the path easy so I may travel the way of perfection with no more wandering. Great anguish fills my mind and no remedy comes to thought. I was going toward the world, but even that support I abandoned. Everything has become darkness; my own people have turned away and no one offers a hand. So long as the body had strength, they called me theirs; now that the senses have dimmed, even the same body is treated as a stranger. I was tangled in this world and became blind, nurturing 'me' and 'mine' until the craving of illusion destroyed my own welfare. Death pursues me with lust and anger at its side. Says Tuka, O physician-king dwelling in Pandhari, I stumble and look for your scent with great hope.