Tukaram, Poem 753

Excellent, excellent art thou, O God, dearer to me than my own soul; my eyes are delighted with the sight of Thy face, my ears with the rehearsal of thy attributes. The threefold fever has left all my frame, while I describe Thy features, O God! The mind rises above itself, for the subject is high beyond comparison. Tuka’s brother says, I cannot conceive your glory.