Souls deluded by the pull of sense-pleasures, who will now show them compassion? They do not develop devotion to Narayana even after attaining a human body. What happiness is there in clinging to worldly life while falling prey to Death? The body is already measured; once branded, they are dragged away. The wretched will suffer at the end when their lifespan is cut short. What was enjoyed before will return; they will meet birth again, millions of times over. Like oxen yoked to the oil-press, blindfolded, goaded from behind, they walk on not knowing how far, tormented by the ache of hunger and thirst. The body for whose sake all this is done, shaped by fate and destiny, they regard as permanent, yet they never chant the eternal Name. Says Tuka, Vitthal costs nothing at all, yet to these unfortunate ones He seems too expensive. They spend only cheap words. How deep is their misfortune.