My first ovi I shall weave for the whole world: I shall sing of the holy Panduranga. My second ovi says there is no second anywhere; in village and forest, Panduranga is met. My third ovi says there is not a sesame seed's space without Him; God is everywhere, in field and forest. My fourth ovi: the grinding has been assigned, and I shall sing of the treasure, Panduranga. My fifth ovi is for my mother's home: I shall sing ceaselessly of Panduranga. My sixth ovi: the six philosophies have been exhausted, and I have met the Guru incarnate, Panduranga. My seventh ovi I remember again and again: Panduranga is seated before my eyes. My eighth ovi unites the twenty-eight yogas: Panduranga stands on the bank of the Chandrabhaga. My ninth ovi: the grinding is done and the death of worldly life is ended. Says Tuka, my tenth ovi: O Ten Incarnations, may there be no more returning to this world.