Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How could anyone even count the glory of those who have found the One?
Whoever takes shelter with holy people is set free from what once bound them.
Singing the praises of the deathless One, a person is spared the endless spinning of being lost.
Meeting the Guru and the One, reading and understanding, they settle into deep stillness.
Nanak says: the One that was called far-off and beyond reach — that very One I have found.
Tin kee sobhaa ki-aa ganee — "how can I even count their glory?" — a question with no answer. Some things exceed all measuring, and that overflow is itself a kind of praise. Not burning in jon garabh (the round of rebirth) becomes, gently, being spared "the endless spinning of being lost": the release stays, and the frightening imagery falls away. The heart of the step is samDhaa — samaadhi, a deep, gathered stillness — reached not by escaping the mind but by parh bujh, "reading and understanding," letting the Guru's word land. And the paradox at the close: har agam agaDhaa, the "inaccessible and unfathomable" One — is exactly the One who is found. What seemed impossibly far turns out to be nearest of all.
Has something you thought was impossibly hard or far away ever turned out to be closer than you expected once you understood it?
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