Hymns of Thayumanavar
Pervasive Cosmic Form (22/33)
Secret of the Intelligence of the Infinite Space
Nothing will it permit to appear
Except it be of its own essence.
Even if one appears
It will disappear like the flame of camphor
Without another land of its own to lodge.
The knower devoid of knowledge
And the object of knowledge
Will slip and slip not away.
Oh! Who shall relate its greatness to whom?
He that has become It,
That alone can say.