Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One gives honor to those the world overlooks — and the One is completely, only, itself.
When someone lets go of the loud me and keeps the Name close, again and again, something quietly shifts.
The One does as it wills, coloring hearts in the color of love. Nanak says: brought gently into that ease, I drink deep and am satisfied.
Nimaaniaa maan — the honor of the dishonored: dignity handed first to those the world passes by. Caste and status quietly fall away here. Aap gavaa-i-aa: losing self-conceit. Har rang raapai: dyed in the color of love — rang is the dye that lasts. And sahj is natural ease: the satisfied heart drinks the har ras, the One's own sweetness.
Who around you gets overlooked — and how could you show them they matter?
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