What shall I do with this mind, O Narayana? It refuses to listen. It plots what should never be done and drags me toward ruin. It runs wild in every direction, down roads and byroads, through valleys and ravines, never pausing to consider any deceit or treachery. A great trap has been set. Not even all ten directions suffice for its wandering, nor the seven nether worlds, nor the skies above. It leaps headlong at the sight of a snare and has made me a stranger in my own land. It has roused all the senses, along with desire, craving, imagination, lust, anger, and time. It has driven away pure wisdom and reduced my intellect to dust. This uncontrollable wretch is beyond restraint. Now what can be done with it? I am tormented and made miserable by it. Says Tukayabandhu, O Hrishikesha, rush to me, for such is my condition.