Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Everyone is like a field belonging to the One, and the One tends the whole field.
The one who turns toward the Guru grows a crop of forgiveness, a gift; the one turned only toward themselves lets even the roots go to waste.
Everyone plants for their own good, but it is the field the One loves that flourishes.
The Guru's Sikhs plant something sweet and living, and harvest the sweet, living Name as their fruit.
Whatever kept nibbling away at the crop, the One drove off, so the harvest could grow.
The farm flourished through love, and the harvest came up as a gift and a blessing.
Every worry and every ache is lifted from those who hold the True Guru in mind. Nanak says: whoever adores the Name crosses over — and carries the whole world across with them.
Everyone is a field that belongs to the One, and the One is the farmer who takes care of it all.
This Shalok, a short couplet, comes back to the farming picture: the field, the seed, the fruit. Now it is as big as it can be. Sabh ko khayt hai har prabh kaa: everyone is the One's field. The One is the kirsaan, the farmer, looking after all of us.
The verse pictures jam choohaa, a mouse nibbling at the crop. It stands for the way time and death wear things away. But the Creator chases it off, so the harvest can grow. Something caring protects what would be spoiled.
The ending is as wide as it gets: aap tariaa sabh jagat taraaiaa. The one who loves the Name does not cross over alone. They carry the whole world across. Think of one person who starts singing on a long bus ride, and soon everyone is singing. What starts as one person's peace opens up until it holds everyone.
Crossing over "with your family," and now carrying "the whole world" — how does one person's peace ripple out to others?
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