Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The night is lovely, soft with dew, and the day is bright — because something inside me woke up while I was asleep to it, right in my own home.
Freshly awake to the Word, I let go of pretending, of tricks, of doing things just to impress people.
The Name of the One is like a necklace I wear; the true Word is the mark I carry. Nanak says: with my hands pressed together I ask, simply, for what is true — and for a kind glance to fall on me.
Nij ghar — the home of the self: the waking happens within, not somewhere else. Piram jagaa-ay — the Beloved wakes the sleeper. The renouncing of falsehood, fraud and chaakree lokaanee (working just to please people) becomes living for the One instead of performing for others. Har kaa haar kanThay: the Name worn as a necklace. And nadar — the grace-glance — is received, not earned.
Have you ever woken up to something that was there all along?
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