This ocean of worldly life is impossible to cross. However much one tries to swim across, the far shore never comes into view. O generous Lord, I have been swept far out. How many births have passed in this cycle, I cannot count. I am caught in whirlpools and vast currents. I have grown in body, but my intellect has not matured. My awareness never turned back or found its footing. When then shall I reflect, having let go of this opportunity? Through countless births I have known only eating, sleeping, fear, and mating. Childhood, youth, and old age are the primary experiences there. Having passed through so many stations, spun around by time, now this net must be untangled by the power of daylight. I will abandon the road of worldly life, which has caused me so much suffering. Says Tuka, it shows the face of truth, yet is utterly false. I have become a traitor to God.