The part of you that keeps asking for a translation
You sit with a mala in your hand, lips moving through the Gayatri or the Maha Mrityunjaya, and somewhere in the back of your mind a voice insists: you should know what this means. That voice is not wrong, exactly. Understanding deepens practice. But it has convinced you that without comprehension, the chanting is empty, a performance for no one. That is the part worth questioning.
