Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Profit and loss come as they come; that is the way of the world.
Whatever pleases Your Will, O Nanak — that is glory for me.
After ten verses of urgent commerce, the hymn signs off with a merchant's serenity: profit and loss are the world's weather, not its meaning. The final line hands the whole ledger back — whatever pleases His Will is glory for me — the trader's version of the sweet-Will surrender that runs through all Gurbani. This is not indifference to outcomes; it is the freedom of one whose real cargo is already secured. The shepherd strikes camp gladly; the season was always a loan, and the flock arrives home.
Can you think of a loss that later revealed itself to be part of something good?
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