Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I sing the wonder of the deathless One and shake off all my wrongs.
I have found the gift of the treasure of the Name, Nanak; I hold it close and keep it in my heart.
The verb "I hug it close, and enshrine it in my heart" is tender and physical — the treasure of the Name is not held at arm's length or admired from a distance; it is embraced, kept warm against the chest like something beloved. This is the intimacy the whole raag keeps reaching for. And it is called a gift (the treasure was "found," received) — not a wage. The longing that opened the shabad ("I ache to see the feet") resolves into having: the ache and its answer are both here, the wanting and the holding, which is exactly how love feels when it finds what it sought.
What's something so precious to you that you'd want to keep it close to your heart always?
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