My devotion is slight, my intellect is slight, my lifespan is short and not in my hands. I am an embodiment of offenses. O Lord of the Vedas, please listen. How many faults can I atone for? Virtues and faults have filled the space within. Past, present, and future stretch on; there is no end in sight. Through varied karmas and eighty-four lakh births, the body endures threefold suffering. The body is a storehouse of karma, a cage of birth, old age, and death. The soul gets nothing lasting from this body, which is made of five separate elements, assembled and dismantled by accumulated deeds, hollow and fruitless. Son, wife, siblings, parents, and the entire spread of relations are like logs meeting in a flood; they collide and are swept apart in the torrent. Therefore destroy my ignorance; grant me this one gift of mercy. You are compassionate, O Janardana. Says Tuka, I clasp Your feet and plead.