I will meditate upon the One who gave this life as a gift. I will sing the virtues of Narayana, the life of the world. He who stands on the bank of the Bhima, hands upon His waist, with beautiful even feet, I will hold Him forever in my heart. He who is death to the demons, the protector of His devotees, who plays all these wondrous games, at His feet I bow my head. He who played among the cowherd boys, that Vanamali, who sent Bali to the netherworld and dwells in the depths, my Lord. He who is an image of beauty, who possesses all arts, who wears the Vaijayanti garland around His neck, to Him I prostrate again and again. He whose name destroys sin, whose servant is Lakshmi herself, who is a mass of radiance, to Him Says Tuka, I surrender with my whole being.