The minstrel-song is done, distance is erased, and the drum is in hand. Attachment and delusion have fallen away, and the conquest has spread through all three worlds. Come, Vithabai, give us the full feast. I hold back nothing when I find you on the open sands of the riverbank. Having wandered through eighty-four hundred thousand houses, I have come at last to your door, and for the sake of one coin I have renounced the entire world. Shame is dead, doubt is gone; let me dance at the great gate. Illusion and its shadow have been stripped away; no remnant remains. I have become a quarreler with the world, abandoned all constraint, and thrown aside all timidity. I will clasp your feet and fulfill the longing of my heart. Says Tuka, one small coin severs the bonds of worldly life; now we have traded our very lives for each other.