Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
He Himself gives the gifts, He Himself gives the understanding of them — so to whom could we complain?
O Nanak, meditate on the Name — and honor is yours at the True Court.
The shabad ends by saying that the gift and the understanding both come from the same hand, so there is no one to complain to.
Aapay daan karay — the One gives the gifts. Aapay day-ay bujhaa-ee — the One gives the understanding of them too. Both the treasure and the eyes to see it come from one Hand.
So where would a complaint go? There is no separate office for complaints. Every grumble would have to be handed to the Giver in person. And standing before the Giver, grumbles tend to turn into thanks. Think of complaining about a gift, then noticing the person who gave it is standing right beside you, smiling.
What is left is the shabad's one instruction. It is spoken to Nanak, and to each of us. Naanak naam dhi-aa-ay toon — keep the Name in mind. Then the honor the manmukh lost wandering far from home is given back, for good, in the True Court.
What complaint are you carrying that might look different if you brought it, honestly, to the Giver?
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