ਊੜੈ ਉਪਮਾ ਤਾ ਕੀ ਕੀਜੈ ਜਾ ਕਾ ਅੰਤੁ ਨ ਪਾਇਆ ॥
oorhai upmaa taa kee keejai jaa kaa ant na paa-i-aa.
Ooraa: Sing the Praises of the One whose limit cannot be found.
ਸੇਵਾ ਕਰਹਿ ਸੇਈ ਫਲੁ ਪਾਵਹਿ ਜਿਨ੍ਹ੍ਹੀ ਸਚੁ ਕਮਾਇਆ ॥੩॥
sayvaa karahi say-ee fal paavahi jinHee sach kamaa-i-aa. ||3||
Those who perform service and practice truth, obtain the fruits of their rewards. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Sing about the One so vast that no one can find where it ends.
Those who help others and live truthfully gather the sweetest reward there is.
Some things are too big to measure — so you celebrate them and live truthfully underneath them.
The letter Oora points at endlessness: jis ant na paavai — the One whose limit cannot be found. You cannot measure it, so you do the one fitting thing — you sing it. And the poem stays practical: the fruit comes to those who serve and practice truth (karan sevaa). Wonder at the vastness and honest daily goodness are not two different paths here; the singing and the serving belong together.
A Question to Sit With
What is something so big it fills you with wonder when you think about it?
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