Tukaram, Poem 239

I speak of goodness, he satisfies every desire;
if of sweetness, how sweet is His name!
If of mercy, behold, He is altogether righteous;
of humility, He will not vex his servants.
In generosity he is ready to give his spouse away;
He triumphs over Time and Death:
Regarding wisdom, he is a heap of noble qualities;
but all to those who know Him alone.
He is as old as time;
His way of diversion cannot be fathomed.
Among the cowherds, He was a rude cowherd,
a subtle cheat among the weak women.
We may call him a simpleton, for He is submissive to faith;
greedy, for He loves the morsels left by others;
ugly, for He fell in love with Kubja;
timorous, for He dreads sin.
As to games He alone can play them;
in dancing He alone knows a dancer.
He hides, within our spirit,
yet, though we grasp Thee, O God, Thou art not apprehended.
If we call Thee high, behold Thou art highest of all;
or low, then Thou art lowest.
Tuka says, I have spoken the truth;
I have paid no false worship.