Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
There is no other Giver anywhere — the One made every creature and feeds them all.
Hold the Name close, melt into it, and day and night you gather the truest treasure there is.
The letter Haha gathers the poem toward its close on its most repeated, most reassuring note: hor na ko-ee daat — there is no other Giver; the One who made the creatures feeds them. Everything you've received traces to one open hand. And the practice that answers that gift is simple and constant: naam japahu... naam samaavahu — hold the Name, merge into it, and night and day reap its profit. The 'profit' isn't money; it's the quiet, growing treasure of a heart that stays connected to its Source. Given freely, answered by remembering — that's the whole exchange.
What is a 'treasure' in your life that isn't money at all?
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