Tukaram, Poem 235

If I would praise Thee, lo! the Vedas cannot do it; what are my efforts worth in comparison with that? But I find it very sweet to speak of Thee; my tongue longs to taste the draught. Where is the intellect that can describe Thy form? In every hair of Thy body unnumbered worlds arise and pass away. Tuka says, True as Thou art, and Thou alone, there is no speech that can truly describe Thee.