Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One is my Beloved, and I belong wholly to that love.
But the One is so vast, and I am so very small.
The Pause names why the meeting is hard, and it's disarmingly humble: the Lord is so great, and I am infinitesimally small. Kabir feels the vast difference between the tiny self and the boundless One — like a drop longing to meet the whole ocean. This isn't self-put-down; it's awe. The One is so immense, and 'I' am so small, that the meeting can't just be casually arranged — it's something wondrous, requiring the small self to somehow open to the vast. For a child, this is a gentle, true feeling: the One you love is enormous, beyond anything, and you are little — and that's not sad, it's the beginning of wonder. The gap the bride feels is the measure of how great the Beloved is.
How does it feel to be very small next to something truly vast and wonderful?
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