Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O Unreachable One, beyond all our senses, no one has found Your edges.
No one has found where You end. Only You know.
All living beings — every creature, every star — are Your play. How could anyone describe You?
You speak, and You watch over all. You made the whole universe.
Nanak says: You are always beyond reach. No one can find where You end.
Agam agocharaa — inaccessible, beyond the reach of the senses — tayraa ant na paa-i-aa — Your limit is not found. Here Anand Sahib lifts its gaze upward in vismaad, wonder. The lineage runs straight back to Japji's pauri 24 ("no end to His virtues... the more you say, the more there remains"), with the same double structure: unknowability declared, then intimacy affirmed. The One whose limits cannot be found is also the One who aakhahi ta vaykheh — speaks and watches over everything, present to every creature.
The middle line gives the big picture: jee-a jant sabh khayl tayraa — all beings are Your play. Khayl (play, game, theater) is Gurbani's recurring frame for creation: the world as the One's own performance, every character played by the same Actor (Guru Gobind Singh will later call his own life a natak, a play). The rhetorical question follows honestly: ki-aa ko aakh vakhaana-ay — what can anyone say to describe it? A character cannot review the playwright.
Yet the verse is not agnostic despair; it is praise. Unknowability, in the bani of bliss, is not a wall but a window: because the One has no edges, wonder has no end. The teaching tradition calls this the difference between measuring and marveling. Measurement exhausts its object; marvel never does. That there is always more is precisely why the bliss of verse 1 can be sadaa — everlasting.
What's the biggest thing you can think of — and can you feel how the One would have to be bigger even than that?
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