You will take this very same birth again and know the pleasure and pain you have already tasted. This cannot be gained through any effort; why then do you willingly become blind? The cycle of eighty-four lakh births cannot be escaped. The torments in the womb are immense. You fall again into the city of doubt, entangled deeply in the snare of illusion. Do animals know sin or virtue? They experience enjoyments of high, middle, and low degree. Some die the moment they are born. Some are deaf, some blind, some lame, some mute. This human body is a treasure that has come into your hands, the supreme essence, the highest path. Those who say they will become God themselves do become so. Why then not take it to heart? Make the mind steady for even a moment, become alert, and open your eyes. Look at what the Vedas and Puranas have declared. Says Tuka, this is my humble plea.