He Himself is the Gurmukh, and He Himself bestows the Ambrosial Nectar; He Himself leads us to drink it in. ||4||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In plain words
In love with "two" — me here, the One far away — a person loses clear seeing, wastes away in pride, and swallows poison.
The sweet song of the Guru doesn't please such a person; they don't want to hear it, and so they lose the deep, endless One.
Through the Guru's true words the nectar is found, and mind and body are glad in the True One.
The One is there in the one who turns toward the Guru; the One gives the nectar, and the One leads us to drink it.
The same grace that wakes you is the grace that feeds you — you receive it, you don't manufacture it.
The deeper layer
The letter Nyanya. Dooja bhaa-i-aa — the love of duality, of separateness, is the root of losing gi-aan (clear seeing). Pride is pictured as a poison, a sickness to heal. The grace-grammar is explicit: aapay gurmukh aapay dayvai — the One both gives the awakening and gives the drinking.
A Question to Sit With
Was there something beautiful you almost ignored, until it reached you anyway?
