ਤੁਝ ਬਿਨੁ ਅਵਰੁ ਨ ਕੋਈ ਮੇਰੇ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਤੁਝ ਬਿਨੁ ਅਵਰੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ਹਰੇ ॥
tujh bin avar na ko-ee mayray pi-aaray tujh bin avar na ko-ay haray.
Without You, there is no other at all, O my Beloved; without you, there is no other at all.
ਸਰਬੀ ਰੰਗੀ ਰੂਪੀ ਤੂੰਹੈ ਤਿਸੁ ਬਖਸੇ ਜਿਸੁ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
sarbee rangee roopee tooNhai tis bakhsay jis nadar karay. ||1|| rahaa-o.
You are in all colors and forms; he alone is forgiven, upon whom You bestow Your Glance of Grace. ||1||Pause||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Without You there is no other, my Beloved — none at all.
You are in every color and every shape; the one You look upon with grace is the one set free.
There is no other anywhere — and the One looking on you with grace is what sets you free.
The Pause is a love-cry of pure non-duality: "without you, there is no other at all" — repeated, the way you repeat what your whole being knows. The One is "in all colors and forms," present in everything, and liberation comes by nadar, the Glance of Grace, not by merit.
A Question to Sit With
What would change if you saw the same One in every color and shape around you?
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