Classic Poem

Lord, of thy doings there is no end.
Thou hast created the primal cell of all the universe: none can comprehend it.
Nor gods, nor men, nor munis had skill to trace it out, reading and reading again the Vedas with understanding.
Vedas, Puranas all proclaim thee, O Lord, unfathomable and infinite.
Thou art the reader of all hearts, dweller in every form, sustainer of all the souls of the world.
The moon, the sun, two lights thou didst create, O unfathomable light effulgent.