Poem 575

In plain words

He whom, however many describe Him and however much, no word of it is the least exaggeration; He of whose play one cannot say, 'This is its purpose,' nor is it possible to mark its bounds; He whose touch bestows a happiness that no speech is able to tell; He whose nectar of speech, however much one drinks, never brings the content that says, 'Enough!'; such a Being come as Avatāra is little Sai! He has called Himself the Lord of Puttaparthi! If your heart cannot believe this word, come close, O devotees, and see it for yourselves!