For more about the 15th c. CE mystic and poet Kabir Das, see this post.

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.