Who can ascribe a form to Him who is beyond all bounds and shapes?

One can only laugh at those who babble that He is thus and thus.

He has no hands or feet or limbs or parts;

How then can humans picture Him?

His radiance is that of a billion Suns and more;

How can the mind hope to reach Him?

‘Tis formless Force – to grasp It whole

 Who can venture? Who can claim success?

‘Tis Athma, with no fixed Form, since Time began,

Illumining Space and the boundless vast

He, the Ever-existing, with no birth, no death,

Sans beginning, middle or end,

 Unborn, undecaying, deathless

He is the Athma, the Timeless. The Eternal Supreme.