Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
God's servants and the heavenly singers say it. The wise masters and the seekers say it.
The angels and the gods say it, Brahma and those like him.
The four Vedas say it, day and night:
the Master is beyond reach, beyond coming near, too deep to measure.
Endless are the One's glories, Nanak says. They cannot be told. They are past our reach.
When everyone tries and no one can finish, that itself is praise.
Look who is in this crowd. There are God's servants and heavenly singers. There are Siddhas, masters with special powers, and seekers. There are gods, and Brahma, the creator god in Hindu tradition. There are the four Vedas, the oldest holy books of India. They all agree, day and night. agam agam thaakur aagaaDh — the Master is out of reach, too deep to measure. The One's glories are endless and beyond our reach.
Think of a hundred people trying to count the stars. None of them finishes, and that tells you how huge the sky is. Not even gods and holy books can finish describing the One. That is not defeat. It is the highest praise. We honor what cannot be said by saying so honestly.
How is admitting 'this is beyond words' sometimes the truest thing you can say about something great?
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