How blessed it is that I was born and received this priceless treasure of a human body. It is the greatest of all gains, the supreme wealth by which one becomes worthy of true joy. You have given me senses, hands, feet, ears, eyes, and a mouth to speak, by which one may attain You, O Narayana, and the disease of worldly existence may be cured. Grain by grain, merit accumulates, and through many births this human form is earned. Your Name has come to my tongue, and the company of saints has been granted. Having been brought to this blessed place, how can I ever repay this debt? I will place this very life at Your feet, O Panduranga, my Mother. The veil over my eyes has been removed, the dirt of virtues and faults has been washed away. Nursing me at Your breast, You cooled me and laid me to rest in my true home. There is no equal to this bliss. Says Tuka, the telling of it tastes sweet. You have taken form for our sake, compelled by devotion.