What are You waiting for, O ocean of grace, O King of kings, O Panduranga? Make the glory of the Name and the honor of Your pledges come true, O Narayana. In this age of Kali, God has taken the form of Buddha. Do not heed the words of the world. Can Kali, the dark age, truly destroy a mother's son? What business is the world's gossip? Says Tuka, come, O ocean of mercy, O husband of Rukmadevi, O my parent. Blessed is that one in this world who utters the Name of Rama. Says Tuka, through Rama's Name, we have become perfectly fulfilled.