Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 1826

These devotees put God into a measure and
sit down to count out his names; while they
do so they have to give up all that is Theirs and
become as it were corpses; while they define the
Infinite One, they become waste places in his sight.
While they are thinking, “We have now cleared
up God,” full soon their powers are withered.
While they compress the immeasurable into a
measure, they make of Him an unreal burden to
carry. The gateway is shut; the hovel of the
body is empty; it is like a well sunk on the bank
of the Godavery; they who made and they who
caused it to be made are fools. Tuka says, Shame
on those who must have good advice forced upon
them.

Source The Poems of Tukârâma, trad. J. Nelson Fraser et K. B. Marathe, 3 vol., 1909-1915, archive.org · Contents