Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One's home is a great tent seen in every direction. Its heavenly halls fill all seven worlds.
In the One's home lives Lakshmi, the maiden of good fortune. The moon and the sun are its two lamps. Poor little death is only a town guard putting on a show, collecting a tax from everyone.
Such is my King, the Supreme One of all.
The One's home is bigger than anything we can picture, and even the scariest things are small inside it.
Jaa chai ghar dig disai saraa-ichaa — in that home, the courtyard is seen in every direction. Its baikunth bhavan, its heavenly halls, fill the sapat lok, the seven worlds. Lachhimee ku-aaree — Lakshmi, the goddess of good fortune, lives there like an unmarried daughter of the house.
The sun and moon are just two little lamps. This is how the whole song works: the grandest things are ordinary furniture in this House. Picture a house so big that the sun is only its night-light.
Even death fits inside. Kaal, death, is called bapurhaa — "poor little" — and made a kotvaal, a town guard doing his rounds. Death is not the master here. It is one small helper in the One's household.
What is something that feels very big to you? How might it look inside something even bigger?
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