And recalling again and again that most wondrous form of Hari, great is my amazement, O King — and I rejoice again and again.

From the dialogue, Sanjaya turns to the vision — the Vishvarupa, the cosmic form that Arjuna beheld in Chapter 11. Even in memory, even in recollection, the vision overwhelms. Vismayo me mahān — great, great is my wonder. The Vishvarupa was given to Arjuna directly; Sanjaya received it through Vyasa's divine gift. Both were undone by it. Both were remade by it. Wonder — not analysis, not intellectual satisfaction, but pure, reverent astonishment — is the heart's proper response to the sight of the infinite. And in Sanjaya's awe, every devotee who has ever been silenced by a glimpse of the sacred finds their own experience honoured.