Hymns of Thayumanavar
However much I center on Thee,
However close I approach Thee,
Thou art not the Being for me to comprehend.
Nor do I have the steadfastness
To love Thee intense enough
For Thee to have compassion for me.
Yet this hard hearted man needs a way out.
To be thus ever will do no good to me.
I am but like a child
That is drawn to whomever hugs it.
Like the goat that grazes
On the tips of leafy bunches,
Superficial is my learning and listening,
That but confuseth me dire.