Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
A mirage can make the empty sky look like a pot full of water.
The One, Master of Naam Dayv, is like all three of these.
A mirage fools the eye, and the One cannot be pinned down by any picture we use.
The third picture is a marig tarisnaa, a mirage. On a hot day, the sky over a road can look like a shining pot full of water. You walk toward it, and it is not there. What we see and what is real are not quite the same.
Naamay chay su-aamee beethlo — the Master of Naam Dayv, whom he calls Beethlo, is like all three: the bird, the fish, and the mirage. The One cannot be tracked, cannot be grabbed, and cannot be seen plainly.
These pictures do not tell us exactly what the One is. They show where our words run out. Think of trying to describe the taste of a mango to someone who has never had one. Every word is only a hint.
And yet, at the start of this hymn, Naam Dayv said the One "has come to sit in my mind." The One cannot be tracked, and yet is very near.
Can you hold both at once: that something is beyond your grasp, and yet closer to you than your own thoughts?
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