Listen, I tell you plainly: eat with gratitude whatever falls into your hands at home. Tilak-marks, rosaries, and saintly costumes are all mere show; the hand stretches out to beg, yet there is no real renunciation, and one worships a stone while serving the body. Smearing ash on the body, one boasts of being a great champion, yet remains enslaved to desire. What happiness is there in hanging upside down with feet above and head below? Such practices only inflict pain and lead to hell, yet the fool will not flee them. The clever trickster shouts and gathers crowds of women and children, torments the body for a coin, and in the end it all comes to nothing. To prove himself mighty, a man stands and displays his feats, bruising his own knees and elbows, ruining himself while writhing in agony. Do not play these empty games of dust and dirt. Instead, take the fragrance of sandal-paste: it benefits you and everyone around you, while hollow spectacles only bring disgrace. Says Tuka, listen to what I say: stop the game, do not pretend to understand anything. Let us first eat, for hunger gnaws at the belly; after being satisfied, everything else can be a pleasant pastime.