The Bhakta's Task

When from Vaikuntha forth we came
This of our coming was the aim —
That what the sages taught we by our lives proclaim.

Since filled the world with sedge and weed,
To sweep the paths our lowly meed,
Trod by the saints, and on their sacred scraps to feed.

Gone the old wisdom, and instead
Mere words that wide have ruin spread.

Lustful men's minds, the way to God quite vanished.

Beat we the drum of Love, whose din
Brings terror to this age of sin.

Hail, Tuka bids, with joy the victory we win.