Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Your good qualities are countless — I could never finish singing them all.
Just a little of that goodness, like dust from a path, washes me clean — because the One is always here, inside and out.
The verse rests in glad smallness before innumerable virtues — how many can I even sing? — and treasures the humblest thing: the dust of Your feet, which washes my filth away. 'Dust of the feet' is the tradition's image for utter humility — asking not to be exalted but simply to be near goodness, to have a little of it settle on you like dust from a well-walked path. And the reason it heals: the One beyond all is ever-present, always with us, inwardly and outwardly. You're never washing alone; the One you're drawing near to was beside you the whole time.
What's a small, humble thing that leaves you feeling clean and refreshed inside?
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