Tukaram, Poem 1480

It is not my lot to make a humble prayer, I approach Thy feet with a pressing request. In my love I have written a bold letter; I cannot fathom Thy nature, my intelligence is too weak. If I cannot fathom Thy nature, how can my feebleness describe Thee? Accept my speech such as it is; I glorify thee in faltering accents. Says Tuka, I place my head where Thy feet stand on the brick.