ਕੋਕਿਲ ਹੋਵਾ ਅੰਬਿ ਬਸਾ ਸਹਜਿ ਸਬਦ ਬੀਚਾਰੁ ॥
kokil hovaa amb basaa sahj sabad beechaar.
If I were to become a cuckoo, living in a mango tree, I would still contemplate the Word of the Shabad.
ਸਹਜਿ ਸੁਭਾਇ ਮੇਰਾ ਸਹੁ ਮਿਲੈ ਦਰਸਨਿ ਰੂਪਿ ਅਪਾਰੁ ॥੨॥
sahj subhaa-ay mayraa saho milai darsan roop apaar. ||2||
I would still meet my Lord and Master, with intuitive ease; the Darshan, the Blessed Vision of His Form, is incomparably beautiful. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
If I were a cuckoo singing in a mango tree, I would still be turning the Word over in my heart. I would still meet my One easily and naturally, and oh, how beautiful that sight would be.
Let your life's song, whatever it is, be turned toward the One.
The cuckoo, famed for its song, becomes an image of a life whose every note is Shabad. Meeting the One is sahaj -- effortless -- and the reward is the blessed vision, incomparably beautiful. Devotion turns even a bird's song into contemplation.
A Question to Sit With
What is something you do that could become a kind of song to what you love?
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