The thought is based on the understanding of 21st pauri of japji SAHEB. The pundits know naught Of the dawn of Thy creation To record it in the puranas, Nor have the qazis seen that time To put it down in the quran, Nor do the yogis know Of the season, hour,date nor day. That beautiful hour When he made the world, he alone doth know; beyond our speech, our praise, our description and knowledge Is the beautiful maker! Still they speak of Him, Each and all according to their mite, As one is wiser than another. He is the great and the infinite one, and great is his nam; What he wills comes to pass. he knows whatever is. If anyone else says he knows Him, He is but a fool In the eyes of the dwellers Of higher regions. There are skies above skies And earths below earths, And man's mind is tired Of this great search, It cannot reach the end of his vastness. All knowledge of man And his thousand books proclaim But one substance of which All this is made. There is one metal in all. None else! None else! How can the infinite Be reduced to the finite? All attempts to describe Him are lost. The infinite knows the infinite. Ours is to lose ourselves In worship and adoration, Nor need we ask, Why? No need to fathom the unfathomable: As the rivers flow to the sea with their song, Let us flow on to the infinite, Not knowing how wide is the ocean's flood.