ਰਸਨਾ ਏਕ ਜਸੁ ਗਾਇ ਨ ਸਾਕੈ ਬਹੁ ਕੀਜੈ ਬਹੁ ਰਸੁਨਥੇ ॥
rasnaa ayk jas gaa-ay na saakai baho keejai baho rasunathay.
I have only one tongue - I cannot sing His Praises. Please bless me with many, many tongues.
ਬਾਰ ਬਾਰ ਖਿਨੁ ਪਲ ਸਭਿ ਗਾਵਹਿ ਗੁਨ ਕਹਿ ਨ ਸਕਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤੁਮਨਥੇ ॥੧॥
baar baar khin pal sabh gaavahi gun kahi na sakahi parabh tumnathay. ||1||
Again and again, each and every instant, with all of them, I would sing His Glorious Praises; but even then, I would not be able to sing all of Your Praises, God. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I have only one tongue, and it cannot sing Your praise. Give me many, many tongues!
Again and again, every moment, they would all sing Your goodness, and still they could not tell all of Your praises, O One.
The best things leave you wishing you had more ways to celebrate them.
The One's goodness is always bigger than any praise can hold.
Rasnaa ayk (one tongue) longing for baho rasunathay (many tongues) is a classic picture of praise spilling over. The One always goes beyond anything we can say, and that is a happy kind of running short. Think of trying to thank someone who has given you everything: no number of thank-yous would be enough.
A Question to Sit With
What would you praise so much you would want a hundred voices?
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