ਕਰਿ ਬੰਦਨਾ ਲਖ ਬਾਰ ॥
kar bandnaa lakh baar.
Hundreds of thousands of times, I humbly bow to Him.
ਥਕਿ ਪਰਿਓ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਦਰਬਾਰ ॥
thak pari-o parabh darbaar.
I have grown weary, and I have collapsed at God's Door.
ਪ੍ਰਭ ਕਰਹੁ ਸਾਧੂ ਧੂਰਿ ॥
parabh karahu saaDhoo Dhoor.
O God, make me the dust of the feet of the Holy.
ਨਾਨਕ ਮਨਸਾ ਪੂਰਿ ॥੮॥੧॥
naanak mansaa poor. ||8||1||
Please fulfill this, Nanak's wish. ||8||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I bow again and again, countless times, and finally, worn out, I rest at the One's door.
Make me the dust under the feet of the holy people. Nanak says: that is my whole wish, so please let it come true.
*Sometimes the whole prayer is: let me stay near what is good.*
The closing verse. thak pari-o prabh darbaar -- collapsing, weary, at the door. karahu saadhoo dhoor -- asking only to become the dust of the holy, the humblest of requests. mansaa poor -- 'fulfill this wish.' A long bow, and then trusting, tired rest.
A Question to Sit With
When you are worn out, where do you most want to rest?
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