There was an illiterate jew. At a religious ceremony, when he saw everyone speaking the prayers, he also sat there and began to utter the alphabets of his mother tongue and prayed,” O God! I don’t know any Mantra(a mystic word), You do join these alphabets yourself and make one. I am your slave only. How should I establish any other relation?” As long as others kept on praying, he also meditated on the Lord in the same way. In the evening, when all gathered for the group prayer, the Rabbi counted that rustic devotee among the first order of devotees. But his associates objected,”Your Holiness! He doesn’t know any Mantra even.”
“Then what!” The Rabbi’s throat was choked with emotion,” He doesn’t have words but he does have the sentiments.”
Pragya Puran,
Part I,
Page 176