Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Many millions are the masters of yoga, and many millions the kings enjoying their pleasures.
Many millions of birds and snakes; many millions of stones and trees.
Many millions are the winds, the waters, the fires; the countries and the realms; the moons, the suns, the stars. Many millions are the shining beings and the dark ones, the thunder-kings under their canopies.
All of it - every bead - is strung on His one thread. Nanak says: whoever He is pleased with, He sets free.
All of creation is strung on the One's single thread.
Now the count leaves people behind. Birds and snakes. Stones and trees. Then wind, water and fire. Then countries, then moons, suns and stars. He says many suns, long before telescopes showed how many there are. Then all the beings of the old stories: dayv, the shining beings, and daanav, the demons, and indar, kings of the gods, under their royal umbrellas.
Look at how the list is built. Yogis and kings share two lines. Gods and demons share one. Everything is made countable. Only One stays uncounted.
Then Sukhmani's great picture from its fourth section comes back: sagal samagree apnai soot Dhaarai, "He has strung the entire creation upon His thread." Picture a necklace. The beads are wildly different in size and shine, stars and snakes alike. One thread runs through every one. That thread is Ik Onkar, the One in all.
And against all that hugeness, the last line stays personal. He sets free whoever He is pleased with. The universe is vast, but the door is still one heart wide.
Pick up a stone, watch a bird, look at the moon. Can you sense the same one thread running through all three - and through you?
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