Tukaram, Poem 237

I have no abilities to praise Thee; the Srutis stand still and dumb before Thee; the four modes of speech stand dumb and helpless,—such is Thy form, O Hari! That form is such that our eyes may not behold it, for the sight of it deceives Brahma and the rest. Brahma and the rest are embarrassed by Karma; hence they must wander from birth to birth. Tuka says, Thy attributes, Thy name and form, are unmeasurable: how can we describe them?