Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
What words could I possibly find that are big enough to praise you?
So instead I just grow quiet and look — and there you are, alive deep inside my own heart and body. You are my closest friend, my truest companion. Apart from you, I don't really know anyone at all.
Here the singer runs out of words, and running out becomes its own kind of worship.
Ki-aa gun tayray aakh samaalee — what praises of Yours can I speak and hold in mind? It is the honest confession of every soul that has glimpsed how vast the One is. No praise is big enough. No thinking goes deep enough. Trying to put the One into words is like trying to fit the ocean in a lunchbox.
But when words fail, the soul doesn't give up. It turns inward and quiet: man tan antar tuDh nadar nihaalee — deep within my mind and body, I see You. Unable to describe the One, it simply sees the One, living and present inside its own being. This is the move from talking about the One to being with the One. When words run dry, what's left is quiet, direct seeing of the Presence within.
And that Presence gets the warmest, most everyday names: too mayraa meet saajan — You are my friend and companion. Meet means friend, and saajan means a dear companion. The One isn't only the Exalted and the Endless, the words the final verse reaches for. The One is also the friend at your side, the companion who never leaves. The One too vast for any praise is also the nearest, dearest friend a heart can have. Su-aamee — my Master too. So: tuDh bin avar na jaanni-aa — apart from You, I know no other. This isn't loneliness. It is a full heart that has found, in the One, both the endless and the close — Friend and Master, companion and All.
When have you felt something too big for words — and what did you do when talking about it stopped working?
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