Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My needle is gold and my thread is silver — my humble craft has become something precious.
Naam Dayv's heart is stitched fast to the One.
Naam Dayv closes by transforming his humble tools into treasures: my needle is gold, my thread is silver. The ordinary needle and thread of a poor cloth-worker become precious metals — because they're now instruments of love. When you do your work with devotion, the humblest tools become golden; the ordinary is made precious by the love poured into it. And the final image seals it: Naam Dayv's mind is attached to the Lord — stitched fast, sewn tight, to the One. For a child, the whole shabad lands on a beautiful truth: it isn't fancy tools or high status that make a life precious — it's love. A poor cloth-worker's needle, used with love for the One, is worth more than gold. Whatever you do, do it with love, and it turns golden.
How can doing an ordinary task with love make it feel precious and golden?
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