ਗੁਣ ਨਿਧਾਨ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਮਨਿ ਮੇਲਾ ॥
gun niDhaan saahib man maylaa.
My mind has met with my Lord and Master, the treasure of excellence.
ਸਰਣਿ ਪਇਆ ਨਾਨਕ ਸੋੁਹੇਲਾ ॥੪॥੯॥੪੮॥
saran pa-i-aa naanak sohaylaa. ||4||9||48||
Taking to His Sanctuary, Nanak has become blissful. ||4||9||48||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My mind has met my Master, the treasure of all excellence.
Taking His shelter, Nanak has become blissful.
Forgiven, healed, and pulled from the dark, the soul finally rests in bliss.
The close is simple arrival: "my mind has met my Lord and Master," and "taking to His Sanctuary, Nanak has become blissful." The whole movement — forgiven, cured, pulled from the pit, made fearless — ends in the bliss of refuge reached.
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