O Lord of the lowly, your fame as protector of all creation, who champions the cause of those who surrender, fills the moving and the still. The glorious deeds the Puranas proclaim about you, we have seen them proven true before our very eyes. You cannot bear to see your devotees suffer any want; that is why you stand there, ready. With discus, mace, and countless weapons in hand, you rush to fill whatever is lacking. Says Tuka, devotion is the reason you take birth in this world. This body of mine was always meant for your feet; now what more can I wave before you and cast aside? I have no devotion worthy enough to serve you; even if I offer my life, that too belongs to you. When I look within, I see nothing of my own that I might offer to you, O Infinite One. Says Tuka, I can find no way to repay your kindness.