Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I met my Beloved — the whole Ocean of Peace — and a huge, deep happiness rose up inside me like a spring.
Every ache, every sorrow melted away, the moment I met the One who is joy itself.
The homecoming the whole hymn was sailing toward. Sukh saagar preetam milay — the Beloved is an Ocean of Peace, and meeting that ocean, upjay mahaa anand — supreme bliss wells up, rises from within like a spring finding its source. The pains don't get argued away or endured; they mitay — are erased — in the meeting itself. And the closing name is parmaanand, the Lord of Supreme Bliss: the destination of all that thirst and longing turns out to be joy itself. The love that began as thirst in the Pause ends as an ocean.
What is a joy so full that, while it lasts, the aches simply melt away?
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