The hour of the final song has come; let everyone be alert. Hurry, remember the Lord of the universe and clap your hands in praise. Once life departs, these feet will not be found again. Says Tuka's brother, only a little time remains ahead. Accept me, O Hari; do not let me go. Make good your title of Redeemer of the fallen. I know nothing of devotion, yet I call myself your servant; if you abandon me, whose shame will it be? Says Tuka's brother, I have grasped your feet; who else is there for me now? There is no other proof or refuge remaining. I have placed the burden of my welfare upon your head. You are my action, my duty, my righteousness, my deity, my family. You are my penance, my pilgrimage, my vow, my guru, my all. Says Tuka's brother, O God who accomplishes all things, you alone are my devotion, my worship, my ritual, and my every offering.