There was one,
Infinite and singular.
Who split in two.
One was the mother.
One was the son.
One was the father
One was the daughter too.
One pulls strings from the null
And played a tune
So one would sleep,
Dreaming of the song,
Of stars across the dark sky,
And a thousand sparkling eye
To see them through.
"He cannot be established, he is not made. He himself is the Supreme Being."
-Guru Granth Sahib Japu 5–9
(Translation by Earnest Trumpp)