Meditating on the Lord, His servant swims across to salvation.
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One's lotus feet live in his heart, and with every breath and every bite of food he says the Name.
Nanak has grasped the support of the One of the universe; again and again, he gives himself to it.
"With every breath and morsel of food" (saas giraas) is the classic phrase for utterly continuous remembrance — woven not only into breathing but into eating, the most basic sustaining acts of the body. The One is remembered as often as you breathe and as often as you eat, which is to say: constantly, as the very rhythm of staying alive. And "grasping the support" — the seeker holds on, and holding on, is carried. The shabad, and this stretch of the raag, ends where it keeps ending: in the warm, repeated self-giving of a heart that has found its home and cannot stop being grateful for it.
What are the things you do so constantly you never think about them? What if remembering the good were woven in just like that?
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