Hinduism

Tukaram, Poem 2149

We have found a flowing spring of delight;
where is any that can measure it? Who
can measure it with his lips, who can count
the tallies we have laid aside? Though ages
have passed, none has been found able to do it.
Tuka says, The bottom of it is such that it can
never be seen.

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