qMonkqMonkSikhism
Sikhism·Closing Sections·The Closing Saloks
Verse 34 of 450

Phunhay, Verse 10 — Ramdaspur, beautiful beyond compare

ਡਿਠੇ ਸਭੇ ਥਾਵ ਨਹੀ ਤੁਧੁ ਜੇਹਿਆ ॥
dithay sabhay thaav nahee tuDh jayhi-aa.
I have seen all places, but none can compare to You.
ਬਧੋਹੁ ਪੁਰਖਿ ਬਿਧਾਤੈ ਤਾਂ ਤੂ ਸੋਹਿਆ ॥
baDhohu purakh biDhaatai taaN too sohi-aa.
The Primal Lord, the Architect of Destiny, has established You; thus You are adorned and embellished.
ਵਸਦੀ ਸਘਨ ਅਪਾਰ ਅਨੂਪ ਰਾਮਦਾਸ ਪੁਰ ॥
vasdee saghan apaar anoop raamdaas pur.
Ramdaspur is prosperous and thickly populated, and incomparably beautiful.
ਹਰਿਹਾਂ ਨਾਨਕ ਕਸਮਲ ਜਾਹਿ ਨਾਇਐ ਰਾਮਦਾਸ ਸਰ ॥੧੦॥
harihaaN naanak kasmal jaahi naa-i-ai raamdaas sar. ||10||
O Lord! Bathing in the Sacred Pool of Raam Daas, the sins are washed away, O Nanak. ||10||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

I have seen every place, and none is like you.

The Creator, the Maker of destiny, built you, and that is why you are so beautiful.

Ramdaspur, the town of Raam Daas, is full of life, crowded with people, and beautiful beyond compare.

O Lord! Nanak says: bathing in the pool of Raam Daas, wrongs are washed away.

The town of Raam Daas shines because the Creator built it.
The deeper layer

Ramdaspur, the town we now call Amritsar, is more beautiful than any other place.

The Guru says, I have seen every place, and none is like you. The Creator set this town up, and so it shines. It is busy and full of people, and more beautiful than anything.

At its heart is the sar, the sacred pool of Guru Raam Daas.

Bathing there washes away the dirt of wrongdoing, kasmal.

Think of a place where people gather to sing, cook and share. The buildings are nice, but the love is what makes it glow. People come to the pool with open hearts, and they leave feeling clean and new, ready to begin again.

A Question to Sit With

What place feels special to you because of the love inside it?

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa·How we use AI

← Verse 33 of 450 Phunhay, Verse 9 — the Beloved's face shining everywhere
Verse 35 of 450 →Phunhay, Verse 11 — longing like a bird for rain
Use ← → to navigate