Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
True, True, True is the Master - and by grace, a few get to say so.
True, True, True is the Maker of everything - and among millions, someone, somewhere, truly knows it.
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful is Your form - beyond compare, without end.
Pure, Pure, Pure is Your Word - sounding in every heart, spoken right into the ears. Holy, Holy, Sublimely Pure - so take the Name with heart-felt love.
This one is pure praise: True, True, True; Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful; Pure, Pure, Pure.
After a whole song of looking at pride and letting it melt, the song ends in praise. The way it is said is the point. Sat sat sat parabh su-aamee — True, True, True is the Master. Bhalaa bhalaa bhalaa tayraa roop — Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful is Your form. Nirmal nirmal nirmal tayree banee — Pure, Pure, Pure is Your Word.
Each is said three times. This is what words do when they stop measuring and start adoring. A small word overflows before something endless. The first song of Sukhmani did the same, saying "remember" again and again.
The three perfect things answer the song's three lessons. Against the ego's false claim to be the doer stands the One who is True. Against pride in fading looks, the maggot of the first verse, stands a Beauty that never spoils. Against the soul that effort could not soften or clean stands the Pure Word. And that Word, the verse says, is already heard in every heart.
The song that burned away every pride hands us the one thing fire cannot touch. Naam japai naanak man pareet — remember the Name with heart-felt love. Loving praise is the one way of forgetting yourself that feels like joy.
What is so wonderful to you that saying it once is not enough? Try saying the truest thing you know, three times.
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