Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My Beloved, what a wonderful, playful world You have made! You fill the water, the land, the sky — You Yourself are spread through all of it, holding everything together.
Everywhere I look, there is Your light. But what does Your face even look like? You have one form, yet no one can see it — and there is nothing anywhere quite like it.
The rahaao is a cry of delight: tayray choj vidaanaa — "Your play is so wonderful!" Choj (play, wondrous sport) frames creation as joyful, not grim — the divine at play. This is Waheguru as the project reads it: not a name to fear but the "Wahe!" of awe, breath taken away. The paradox in the next lines is the heart of it: the One is everywhere visible as light (jah jah daykhaa tah jot tumaaree), yet has no seeable form — ikat roop fireh parchhannaa, "one form, moving unseen." Present in everything, picturable as nothing.
Where have you seen something so beautiful it felt like more than just itself?
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