Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How fortunate is the soul who, through the Guru, meets the One, its King.
A light kindles within, and Nanak says: it melts into the Name.
A tiny two-line Shalok of the Fourth Mehl, and a jewel. It uses the old image of the sohaagan — the fortunate soul-bride united with her Beloved — a metaphor Gurbani uses for every soul, regardless of gender, meeting the One. Everything turns on antar jot pargaasee-aa — "an inner light is kindled." Union with the One is a light switching on inside, close at hand: something that was always there in the dark, suddenly shining. And then naam samaa-ay — the soul "melts into the Name," the way a drop merges into water. Brief as it is, it holds the whole path — meeting, light, and merging — in a single breath.
What do you imagine it feels like when a light "turns on" inside a person — a moment of suddenly understanding something?
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa·How we use AI