Tukaram, Poem 1619

I cannot describe Thee in adequate words; my speech does but dispraise Thee. The twenty-four scriptures fall short in their search for Thee; pardon me that I spoke of Thee as Thy familiar one. Whether thou hast or hast not form and attributes the Vedas and the Shrutis cannot say. By faith we have made Thee small enough for our comprehension; we have given Thee names and call Thee by them. The snake of a thousand mouths was worn out with uttering Thy praises; Brahma came to a stop, for he could not fathom Thee; what can I do with the intelligence that belongs to my body? A great offender am I, says Tuka.