Tukaram, Poem 3672

If my words be intended to fathom Your nature, let me lose my eyes, O God! Prahlada did not himself set You within the pillar; you manifested Yourself of Your own good will. You assumed a form to serve your worshippers; You yourself have neither form, nor attributes, nor name. Is there any one so base that he is not fully assured of Your nature? Tuka says, I speak through the fond admiration I feel for You; be not angry with me, O God.