ਸਰਣਿ ਸਮਰਥ ਏਕ ਕੇਰੀ ਦੂਜਾ ਨਾਹੀ ਠਾਉ ॥
saran samrath ayk kayree doojaa naahee thaa-o.
Seek the Shelter of the One All-powerful Lord; there is no other place of rest.
ਮਹਾ ਭਉਜਲੁ ਲੰਘੀਐ ਸਦਾ ਹਰਿ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਉ ॥੨॥
mahaa bha-ojal langhee-ai sadaa har gun gaa-o. ||2||
The vast and terrifying world-ocean is crossed over, singing continually the Glorious Praises of the Lord. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Seek the shelter of the One All-powerful Lord; there is no other place of rest.
The vast, terrifying world-ocean is crossed by singing continually the One's praises.
There is no other resting place — and the ocean is crossed by singing, not struggling.
There is "no other place of rest" but the One's shelter, and the "vast and terrifying world-ocean" is crossed not by struggle but "singing continually the Glorious Praises." Praise is the crossing; shelter is the only rest.
A Question to Sit With
Where do you finally find rest, and what carries you through the hard crossings?
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