ਨਾਨਕੁ ਆਖਿ ਨ ਰਾਜੈ ਹਰਿ ਗੁਣ ਜਿਉ ਆਖੈ ਤਿਉ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਇ ॥
naanak aakh na raajai har gun ji-o aakhai ti-o sukh paa-ay.
Nanak is not satisfied by chanting the Lord's Glorious Praises; the more he chants them, the more he is at peace.
ਭਗਤਿ ਭੰਡਾਰ ਦੀਏ ਹਰਿ ਅਪੁਨੇ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਹਕੁ ਵਣਜਿ ਲੈ ਜਾਇ ॥੪॥੧੧॥੬੩॥
bhagat bhandaar dee-ay har apunay gun gaahak vanaj lai jaa-ay. ||4||11||63||
The Lord Himself has bestowed the treasure of devotional love; His customers purchase virtues, and carry them home. ||4||11||63||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Nanak is never sated by singing the One's praises — the more he sings, the more at peace he grows.
The One has given the treasure of devotion; its customers buy up virtues and carry them home.
Some good things never satisfy in the restless way — the more you take in, the more at peace you grow.
A beautiful paradox closes the shabad: praise that never satiates yet always deepens peace — "the more he chants them, the more he is at peace." This is the one hunger that grows sweeter as it is fed. And the merchant image returns: devotees are "customers" who "purchase virtues and carry them home" (the gun of Shabad 65) — trading in the one market that enriches.
A Question to Sit With
What is something you never tire of, that leaves you more peaceful each time?
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