O mind, meet with the Guru, and worship the Naam in adoration.
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When kindness came, the rust was scraped off, and I found the priceless treasure.
Nanak, I would give myself a hundred thousand times over to my unreachable, unfathomable One.
The "rust" is a lovely, homely image: the mind is like metal that has corroded over — dulled, crusted, its shine hidden under years of neglect. Grace does not manufacture a new mind; it scrapes off the rust to reveal the treasure that was always underneath. This is the project's steady picture of grace as uncovering, not adding — the sunlight was always there, you just stepped out of the shadow. And the closing devotion piles superlatives: the One is "unreachable, unfathomable," yet the response is not distance but the warmest self-offering, "a hundred thousand times." The unreachable One is, paradoxically, the most beloved.
What might be shining underneath, if the 'rust' of worry and habit were cleaned away?
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