Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
With every breath, may I never forget You, almighty Master.
How could my tongue count Your virtues? They are countless, past all describing.
The verse turns to praise and hits the raag's recurring wall of language: the One's virtues are "uncountable, and forever indescribable." The wish — "may I never forget You, with each and every breath" — is paired with the humble admission that praise can never be adequate. And that inadequacy is itself a form of praise: to say "I cannot say enough" is to gesture at a greatness that overflows every attempt. The tongue fails, and the failing is honest worship.
When has something been so good that saying 'I can't describe it' was the truest thing you could say?
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