Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2119

When drenched in nectar, the palate though
delighted is never satiated; we never feel
that we are satisfied, that we have known enough
of Narayana. Whatever a man delights in, it has
no taste beside the taste of Brahma. Tuka says,
I serve to myself a feast of Brahma, cooked in
many styles.

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