Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I can only speak the little bit that's been shown to me — the rest is far beyond counting.
We're all here asking, and there's one Giver, never far away but right here with us.
The One lets Himself be won over by those who love Him. Who could count the praise of those who are one with Him?
Let me just rest my head at the feet of the good-hearted.
We are all asking, and there is one Giver, right here with us.
The song ends with honesty. Jaytee parabhoo janaa-ee rasnaa tayt bhanee — as much as the One shows me, that much my tongue can say. After that huge list, the singer admits it has only named a tiny part. The rest is agnat, beyond counting, and athaah, too deep to measure.
Then two simple truths. Sarab jaachik ayk daataa — we are all askers, and there is one Giver. Everyone, from the mightiest god to the smallest child, receives from the same open hand. And nah door sangee jaahraa — the One is not far away but right here with us.
The One even lets Himself be won over by those who love Him. Think of a strong parent who lets a little child lead them by the hand. All that vastness ends in the humblest wish: to rest one's head at the feet of the good and holy. The journey ends in nearness and belonging.
Out of everything the whole universe is seeking, what would you most want to rest in?
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