Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
This is how my little city filled up with life, my friends. The wrongdoing packed up and left, and in its place a quiet understanding took root and grew.
The Pause (rahaau) is the hymn's heartbeat, the line to hold. In bidh nagar vuthaa — 'in THIS way the city became inhabited.' A city can be full of buildings and still be empty — no life, no light. What makes it truly inhabited is not more busyness but the departure of durat (vice) and the taking-root of gian (wisdom). The word for wisdom being 'implanted' — drirhaaee — means planted firmly, made to stick, like a seedling whose roots finally grip. Understanding here isn't information you hear once; it's something that grows down into you until it holds.
What is one quiet understanding that has taken root in you and stayed?
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