ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ ਮਹਲਾ ੫ ॥
bilaaval mehlaa 5.
Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:
ਰੋਗੁ ਮਿਟਾਇਆ ਆਪਿ ਪ੍ਰਭਿ ਉਪਜਿਆ ਸੁਖੁ ਸਾਂਤਿ ॥
rog mitaa-i-aa aap parabh upji-aa sukh saaNt.
God Himself eradicated the disease; peace and tranquility have welled up.
ਵਡ ਪਰਤਾਪੁ ਅਚਰਜ ਰੂਪੁ ਹਰਿ ਕੀਨ੍ਹ੍ਹੀ ਦਾਤਿ ॥੧॥
vad partaap achraj roop har keenHee daat. ||1||
The Lord blessed me with the gifts of great, glorious radiance and wondrous form. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One Himself lifted the sickness away, and peace welled up where it had been.
What was given felt wondrous — a gift far bigger than I could have asked for.
When the weight lifts, peace rushes into its place.
rog mitaa-iaa aap prabh, upji-aa sukh saaNt — the One lifts the illness and peace wells up; vad partaap achraj roop, har keenHee daat — the gift given feels wondrous.
A Question to Sit With
When something heavy lifted off you, what filled the space?
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