The Beauty of Jap Ji Sahib
A Poetic Rendition Part 10
Pauree 32�
If I had a million tongues, multiplied twenty-fold more,�
And a million times each tongue proclaimed Your Name.�
That is the path, whose�steps ascend to You.�
Hearing of the sky,�crawling ants wish to fly�
Nanak, through Your Grace are we�but received – all else is drivel.
Pauree 33�
The power to speak or remain silent is not ours,�
Nor�the power to beg and grant�
Life and death is beyond our control.�
The power to rule, to acquire, or even calm the mind is not ours�
Nor the power to remain mindful, reason or contemplate�
The way to deliverance is beyond our ken�
Only You have the power to create and to tend�
Nanak, none is low or high in Your presence.
Pauree 34
The nights and seasons, dates and days,�
Air, water, fire and the regions below,�
To them is bound the Earth for the practice of righteousness.�
Here, all species with their myriad of ways abound,�
Infinite their forms, beyond count.�
Our deeds will we be weighed,�
For You are the Truth and true Your Court.�
There, the Panch, the exemplars, stand radiant in acceptance,�
Bearing the mark of Your benevolent gaze.�
There, the half-baked are separated from the fully made,�
Nanak, this truth is revealed there.
Pauree 35
Such is the law on the plane of Dharam�
Hear now the workings of the realm of Knowledge�
Where endless varieties of air, water and fire are revealed,�
Where an infinite array of Krishnas, Shivas,�
And Brahmas create endless forms, colors and appearances.�
Where endless earths and mountains exist,�
And Dhruvas utter sermons without end.
Where countless Indras, moons and suns,�
And countless spheres and lands proliferate.�
Where countless Siddhas, Buddhas, Naaths�
And goddesses live in infinite garbs�
Where countless angels, demons and silent sages,�
And precious jewels and deep oceans abound.�
How many sources of Creation, varieties of speech and rulers and kings,�
How many the forms of consciousness and how many that strive to serve,�
Says Nanak, there is no end, simply no end.�
Pauree 36
In the realm of Knowledge, the light of knowledge blazes forth�
There, mystic melodies and spectacles galore, joy and unalloyed bliss.�
In the Creative realm the rapture of beautiful form is resplendent,�
Here forms of unequalled splendor are fashioned.�
Indescribable is the realm of Creativity�
To try to speak of it is folly.�
Here awareness is heightened, perception is sharpened and the mind awakened.�
Here wisdom is deepened and transcendental knowledge gained.
