Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One's people always sing the One's goodness, and they reach the perfect home.
Day and night, even Dharam Raa-ay, the Judge of what is right, and the messenger of death long for a glimpse of the One's humble servant, to be made pure.
Humble people who sing of the One are honored even by the mightiest powers.
Har kay lok sadaa gun gaavahi: the One's people always sing the One's goodness. They reach the pooran dhaam, the perfect, complete home.
Then comes a surprising picture. Dharam raa-ay is the judge of what's fair. Jaam is the messenger of death, the power behind endings. In the old stories they are among the mightiest of all.
Yet they long, day and night, for the daras, a glimpse, of the One's humble people. That glimpse would make them puneet, pure.
Think of a famous athlete who asks a kind old coach for advice. Humble love has its own quiet greatness. It is honored even by the greatest powers.
Why might quiet, kind people end up more respected than powerful ones?
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