Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One never dies, so there is no reason to grieve over it.
It keeps on giving and giving, and its storehouse never empties.
This belongs to the One alone — there has never been anything else like it, and there never will be.
The One never dies, and the One never runs out of gifts.
Naa oh marai na hovai sog — the One does not die, so there is nothing to grieve. A soul that rests in the One has nothing to mourn.
Dayndaa rahai na chookai bhog — the One keeps giving, and the supply never ends. Picture a kitchen where the pot stays full no matter how many plates are filled. This idea of a Giver who never runs out goes all the way from Japji to So Purakh.
The last lines say it plainly. Nothing like the One has ever been, and nothing like the One ever will be.
How would you treat a gift if you knew the giver could never run out?
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