Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When I hold You in memory, every treasure comes — respect, greatness, real honor.
Speaking Your Name, a lifetime of wrong turns melts away, and those who love You long only to be near.
Remembering the One fills the heart with every treasure.
Jaa kai simran sarab niDhaanaa — in simran, remembering the One, all treasures are found. The honor named here, maan mahat pat, is not status that others hand you. It is the quiet dignity of a heart that is full. A full heart has no need to show off.
Then the devotees long for sabh Dhooree, the dust of the feet. It is a picture of humility. They want to be near the One, rather than ranked high. It is like a little brother who just wants to sit close to you.
What is a kind of respect that comes from inside rather than from what others think?
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