Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I praise my teacher in so many ways, with joyful, easy love.
My mind is dyed through with the teaching; it has kept me and shaped me.
My tongue never tires of praising; the Beloved has linked my heart to the One.
My mind hungers for the Name — and it is fed and satisfied by tasting the sweetness of the One.
A tender, first-person Mehl 4 verse — pure gratitude. The tone is intimate and unforced (rang subhaa-ay — "with joyful, easy love"), and the dye-image returns: the mind "dyed through" with the teaching. Its central paradox is beautiful: the tongue "never tires of praising" (na raj-ee) even while the mind is "fed and satisfied" (triptai). This is the good hunger — a longing that is filled and yet still delighted to keep tasting, the way you can be full and still savor. The sweetness (har ras) is the same felt-taste of the One that runs through these verses: not an idea to master but a flavor to savor.
Is there something you love so much you never get tired of it, even when you have had plenty? What is it about that thing?
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