Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You are so woven into those who love You that You color them completely, threaded through them like warp and weft in one cloth.
They long for Your Name and for the sight of You the way the little chakvee bird gazes and gazes at the moon.
When you truly love the good, it weaves right into you.
Apunay sayvak sang tum parabh raatay. Raatay means dyed. The One is dyed into those who love it, like color soaked into cloth.
Ot pot bhagtan sang joree — joined with the devoted, ot pot. These are the two sets of threads that cross to make one cloth, the warp and the weft. Pull them apart and there is no cloth left. That is how close the joining is.
Then a gentle picture from nature. Jaisay darisat oh chand chakoree — like the chakvee bird gazing at the moon. In the same way, the devoted long for the Naam, the Name, and for darshan, the sight of the One.
This longing is not a painful emptiness. It is loving attention, like the bird's sweet gaze toward the light it loves.
What is something you love so much your eyes keep drifting back to it, like the moon-gazing bird?
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