O How may I ever express that secret word?
O how can I say He is not like this, and He is like that?
If I say that He is within me, the universe is ashamed:
If I say that He is without me, it is falsehood.
He makes the inner and the outer worlds to be indivisibly one;
The conscious and the unconscious, both are His footstools.
He is neither manifest nor hidden,
He is neither revealed nor unrevealed:
There are no words to tell that which He is.
There are no words to tell that which He is. wonderful....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful expression. Indeed to understand this one need to live it. At times we do reach to such positions.