Tukaram, Poem 803

Let us salute Vishnu, our father and mother, whose image is the world, infinite, immeasurable Panduranga; I His servant bow before Him; let Him listen to this one word of mine. The Veda is wearied with singing Thy praise, it has sunk into silence declaring Thee “not that—not that.” The sages and mystics and poets cannot make an end of describing Thy qualities. Tuka says, What is my speech in this matter, that it should glorify Thee, O God?