Now, setting aside questions of right and wrong, consider my welfare. You know me to be a sinner, yet I have still come as one who surrenders. Here the king and the pauper stand on equal ground; there is no distinction in Your house. Having reached Your feet by whatever means, do not cast me out again. This has been the custom from ages past; I do not speak idle words. By the circumstances of my own life, this fame is spoken throughout the world. I have placed the burden on my head and abandoned worldly propriety and conduct. I considered this course beforehand: the imperishable supreme state. Here, one thing is needed: patience. But I have deemed the body to be impermanent and worthless, and I have grasped Your Name as the essence. I have bid farewell to everyone, resolving to hold firm to what I have chosen. Says Tuka, the saints have instructed me. O God, grant me a place at the end.