The saints who have beheld You in visible form will laugh at me. This is why my heart is troubled; I appear to be a mere devotee in name only. How shall I describe in meditation what others have already praised before me? My soul cannot depart from that longing; I am bound by such hope. Why have You set me up like this, stumbling and crooked for no reason? We are Your children, and this torment is great; one trouble follows upon another. Tell me, whose fault is this? I cling to Your feet. You are the same loving mother to all; what is my special offense? If this one is unfit for the purpose, then why did You bring him forth, O Narayana? At least give Your word in answer to my plea and make this ignorant one understand. I have cried out for many days, and I am weary looking down that path. Says Tuka, the plate has been spread wide. I do not know if You have grown tired of me, O Lord.