Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In every place and every space between, the One is there; whatever exists, exists by that One's doing.
So what even is confusion? What is all the glitter we chase? Whatever pleases the One is simply good.
The letter T'hat'ha (dental) answers the previous verse's drowning cry with a wide, calming view: thir thaan — in all places and interspaces the One is, and everything is by His doing. From that height, the poem asks two dissolving questions: ki-aa bharam, ki-aa maa-i-aa — what is doubt, really? what is this Maya we chase? Seen from within the One's all-pervading presence, the confusion and the glitter lose their grip. And it lands on Aasaa's steadying refrain: jo tis bhaavai so-ee bhalaa — whatever pleases the One is good. Trust turns the drowning into floating.
When has stepping back to see the bigger picture made a worry feel smaller?
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