I am helpless and full of offenses, devoid of good deeds, dull of mind and intellect. I have never once remembered You in my speech, O treasury of mercy, my mother and father. I never listened to or sang Your sacred songs. I held on to shame and abandoned my own welfare. I had no love for the Puranas or for sitting with the saints; I indulged greatly in slander of others. I neither did nor caused any good deed to be done. No compassion arose in me when others suffered. I engaged in wrong trade and bore the burden of family. I made no pilgrimage, performed no offerings with these hands and feet. No service to saints, no charity, no worship of Your image came to pass. Sins of bad company and many wrongs were committed; I do not know what good I should do. Says Tuka, I have become my own enemy, a claimant against myself. But You are an ocean of mercy; carry me across.