Tukaram, Poem 2812

Void of talent as I am, how can I describe Thy imagined form, when the Vedas and Shrutis are silent concerning it? I have made for Thee an ornament of my mind; I have set Thy lotus feet in my heart. Thy holy face is moulded out of happiness; it dispels my thirst and hunger. My tongue delights to sing these verses, my spirit is pacified. Tuka says, I gaze upon Thy feet, Thy holy feet with saffron dyed.