Sikhism·Raag Saarang·Shabad 164
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The Story Words Cannot Hold

ਸਾਰਗ ਮਹਲਾ ੩ ॥
saarag mehlaa 3.
Saarang, Third Mehl:
ਮਨ ਮੇਰੇ ਹਰਿ ਕੀ ਅਕਥ ਕਹਾਣੀ ॥
man mayray har kee akath kahaanee.
O my mind, the Speech of the Lord is unspoken.
ਹਰਿ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇ ਸੋਈ ਜਨੁ ਪਾਏ ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਵਿਰਲੈ ਜਾਣੀ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
har nadar karay so-ee jan paa-ay gurmukh virlai jaanee. ||1|| rahaa-o.
That humble being who is blessed by the Lord's Glance of Grace, obtains it. How rare is that Gurmukh who understands. ||1||Pause||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

O my mind, the story of the One cannot be told in words.

Whoever the One looks on with grace receives it. How rare is the one who faces the Guru and understands.

The deepest truths are felt long before they can be said.
The deeper layer

The story of the One is too deep for words, and it comes as a gift.

This is the Rahao, the "pause" line at the center of the shabad. Har kee akath kahaanee — the story of the One cannot be told. It is so real that it spills over the edges of words.

How does anyone receive it? By har nadar, the One's look of kindness, called the Glance of Grace. And it is understood by the rare gurmukh. A gurmukh is someone whose face is turned toward the Guru's teaching.

So two things meet: the One's grace, and a heart that is open. Neither one is earned. Think of trying to describe the taste of a mango to someone who has never had one. Words fall short. You just have to hand them a slice.

A Question to Sit With

What is something too big or too deep for you to fully put into words?

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