Tukaram, Poem 1662

The world knows him well; he is dyed of every hue. This is why none passes by his way; Narayana will ruin a house. He did this of old time to many; not a trace of them can be found by searching. Be it men or women that worship him, small or great, he neglects them not. If one once quits the world, all is over; he vanishes root and all. It is not known what He is like; in what quarter of the heavens He dwells; whether He is great or small. Tuka says, If we are hostile to Him we ought not to look on his shadow or his name.