Poem 259

In plain words

When the whole cosmos lies within My belly, is it fitting to set foods and dainties before Me? For Me, who roam through all living beings, can any fitting name be given? For Me, who roam through all the waters, is it within your power to bathe Me? For Me, whose glory is the radiance of a crore of suns, how can anyone set out a lamp in a clay saucer? Beyond the reach even of Aja, Hara and the rest, this form of Mine: whose power is it to discover? What else, other than this, shall I make known, O members of this assembly, counted among the good and virtuous!