Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How true and how great You are! You made everything, and no words could ever capture Your wonder.
When that greatness settles into a heart, praise pours out on its own — and the one You draw close melts happily into You.
The Chhant closes, as the deepest ones do, in pure praise: saachee tayree vadi-aa-ee — true is Your greatness. After all the coaxing of the mind, all the warnings about pride, all the mystery, the poem ends by turning entirely toward the One and marveling. And it names how praise even works: when You enshrine it in the mind, one sings forever — even the praising is a gift, welling up once the greatness is felt. The whole ten-verse conversation with the self resolves here, in the self forgetting itself, absorbed in the One it was made from. The mind that began being coaxed ends by melting, glad, into its Source.
What fills you with so much wonder that you can't help but express it?
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