I feel anxious because You are not near, and on top of that the authority of so many worldly powers presses down. I cannot untangle myself; the knot only tightens. I am caught in the grip of powerful karma. A great burden has fallen upon my head, this sense of "I" and "mine." I have been robbed in broad daylight, plundered in my own home while fully aware. I ask You only this much now: entrust me to the saints. My throat is hoarse from calling out to You; do not be indifferent any longer. The hour is desperately close. What shall I do then? Once the day has passed, the shadow will be cast aside, and only regret will remain in the night. The force of accumulated destiny will take hold, and dependence will grip my body. No hiding place is visible, and great anxiety has set in. Says Tuka, in this perilous juncture, rush to me, O treasury of mercy. My strength and wisdom, all my accomplishments, are Your feet alone.