Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You could never run out of good things to say about the One. There is no bottom to that well, and no words big enough to measure it.
Nanak says: those who turn toward the Guru keep singing anyway. Something wonderful happens: they slowly become part of the very goodness they are praising.
You can never run out of good things to say about the One.
This tiny verse works by overflowing. Har gun tot na aavee means the One's goodness never runs short. Keemat kahan na jaa-ay: no one can put a price on it, or even describe it. Think of trying to count the stars on a clear night. You give up, smiling.
The second line is the quiet reward. The gurmukh, the one who turns toward the Guru, raveh, keeps dwelling on that goodness. Then gun meh rahai samaa-ay: they end up living inside the goodness itself. You stop describing it from the outside. Steady attention closes the distance.
This is simran, remembering the One, as a joy. Praise is a doorway, not a duty.
Is there something good you love so much that talking about it makes you feel more like it?
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