In this little frame of mine

have I beheld Him—,

Him that sleeps in it and is yet out of it:

Such is His glory

Infinite and Wondrous.

He is called the Purusha

for He pervades the body and the world

and yet the Vedas do not reach Him,

for He is the Absolute Transcendental;

Let not the Vedas sing His glory, they

conceal Him

in their revelation

In whatever form I saw Him

I saw Him full and perfect

I know not How to sing His glory

For none knows except Him

The secret deep of His Being.

At one place He is the Creator

at another He is the Destroyer;

at one place He is a Master,

at another an humble servant.

At one place He is the doer

at another, the non-doer Transcendental,

at still another He spreads Himself

beyond the horizons that ring the world.

The WORD without form

manifests Himself in forms

infinite and countless.

He who has sought shelter of the Guru

alone shall see Him—his Self

—the Self that ever remains full

and indivisible pervades the full

bestowing blessedness on all;

Thus says Mangat.