Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Here I am, asking like a beggar at Your door: please give to me, my Beloved.
Great Giver, forever giving — I keep You in mind all the time.
Your storehouses are beyond measuring; they can never, ever run empty.
Nanak says: the Word is boundless, and through it everything has been arranged and set right.
Here is the posture of the jaachak — the one who asks, empty-handed. The posture is honest and freeing, free of shame: everything good is received, never manufactured by us. And the Giver here is inexhaustible: nikhut na jaa-ee mool, atul bhandaari-aa — "the immeasurable warehouses never run out." Unlike a human giver who tires or runs low, this Giver's generosity has no bottom, so asking is safe — you can never take too much. And sabad, the Word (the divine expression, the teaching-sound), is apaar, boundless — the force through which sabh kichh saari-aa, everything is put in its right place.
Why might it be a relief, not an embarrassment, to admit you can't provide everything for yourself?
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