Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The teacher within has handed me the one wealth that never runs out — the treasure of the Name.
With that, my worries have quietly dissolved; even the old fear of death has let go of me.
In good company, the pull of craving and anger loses its grip and softens.
I have been given a gift of grace, and now I am woven together with the Name itself.
The teacher gives a treasure that never runs out, and with it, worry and fear let go.
After several hard verses about ill-will, this one opens like a window. It is pure gift and relief. Tus ditaa poorai satguroo: the perfect teacher gave it, gladly. What was given? Har Dhan sach akhut, the true wealth of the Name that never runs out. Think of a lunchbox that is always full, however much you share.
Three freedoms come from it. Worries melt away: sabh andaysay mit ga-ay. The fear of death lets go: jam kaa bha-o chhut. And in good company, sang saaDhoo, the grip of craving and anger loosens. It softens rather than being smashed.
The last line is the key. Gur bakhsi-aa naamai sang jut. Bakhsi-aa means given as a gift, not earned. Jut means joined, woven together with the Name. This is what the whole song points to: a peace that ill-will can never reach.
When you are around good, warm people, have you noticed anger or worry loosen its grip on you almost on its own?
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