It is well that until today I have not fallen into Death's jaws. I have survived this far; whatever remains of life, O Hari, I offer to You. Time has granted me this reprieve; my lifespan has not yet come to destruction. The purpose still has a remainder; let what is gone be gone like chaff. The fear of drowning vanishes upon reaching the shore. There was a struggle in the dream, but the waking hour has come. The final morsel is the sweetest. I called out to You, and by that my terror was dispelled. It is Your nature and Your vow to protect those who seek refuge. As the sun rises, night is destroyed and light appears at once. What fault then can remain in us? You, Lord of the World, are our champion. Now let the body, comfort, pride, and vanity burn. I will not pursue them any longer. You are the primal Narayana. Says Tuka, I have come to Your shelter.