Nirmaljot Baidwan
SPNer
- Jan 18, 2011
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The thought is based on the understanding of 21st pauri of JAPJI SAHEB.
The pundits know naught
Of the dawn of Thy creation
To record it in the puranas,
Nor have the qazis seen that time
To put it down in the quran,
Nor do the yogis know
Of the season, hour,date nor day.
That beautiful hour
When he made the world,
he alone doth know;
beyond our speech, our praise,
our description and knowledge
Is the beautiful maker!
Still they speak of Him,
Each and all according to their mite,
As one is wiser than another.
He is the great and the infinite one, and great is his nam;
What he wills comes to pass.
he knows whatever is.
If anyone else says he knows Him,
He is but a fool
In the eyes of the dwellers
Of higher regions.
There are skies above skies
And earths below earths,
And man's mind is tired
Of this great search,
It cannot reach the end of his vastness.
All knowledge of man
And his thousand books proclaim
But one substance of which
All this is made.
There is one metal in all.
None else! None else!
How can the infinite
Be reduced to the finite?
All attempts to describe Him are lost.
The infinite knows the infinite.
Ours is to lose ourselves
In worship and adoration,
Nor need we ask, Why?
No need to fathom the unfathomable:
As the rivers flow to the sea with their song,
Let us flow on to the infinite,
Not knowing how wide is the ocean's flood.
The pundits know naught
Of the dawn of Thy creation
To record it in the puranas,
Nor have the qazis seen that time
To put it down in the quran,
Nor do the yogis know
Of the season, hour,date nor day.
That beautiful hour
When he made the world,
he alone doth know;
beyond our speech, our praise,
our description and knowledge
Is the beautiful maker!
Still they speak of Him,
Each and all according to their mite,
As one is wiser than another.
He is the great and the infinite one, and great is his nam;
What he wills comes to pass.
he knows whatever is.
If anyone else says he knows Him,
He is but a fool
In the eyes of the dwellers
Of higher regions.
There are skies above skies
And earths below earths,
And man's mind is tired
Of this great search,
It cannot reach the end of his vastness.
All knowledge of man
And his thousand books proclaim
But one substance of which
All this is made.
There is one metal in all.
None else! None else!
How can the infinite
Be reduced to the finite?
All attempts to describe Him are lost.
The infinite knows the infinite.
Ours is to lose ourselves
In worship and adoration,
Nor need we ask, Why?
No need to fathom the unfathomable:
As the rivers flow to the sea with their song,
Let us flow on to the infinite,
Not knowing how wide is the ocean's flood.
