What use is it to him who is audition to know the ear?
What use is it to him who is sight to know the eye?
What use is it to tactility to concern with the itchy skin?
Of what avail to relish the working of the tongue?

He, who is olfaction, will he yearn for a nose
To smell the fragrance of the blossoming rose?
What use is it to light to know its constant pace
When it pervades everything  and every place
In a manner eternal, ineffable, sans time-space?

Salutations to Him.