Poem 636

In plain words

The sacred feet of the Paramātma are cosmic forms, like the universe; vast as the sky, they spread all through Pātāla; the crown He wears is beyond the cosmic egg itself! That Lord is beyond reach! Beyond perception! Beyond compare! There are lamp-bowl, oil and wick: will the lamp light by itself? There are gold and gems: will ornaments be made by themselves? There are flowers, needle and thread: will a garland make itself?