Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
There, the pure sweetness is shared out freely, and the One brings deep peace.
Those who receive it are no longer caught in the fear of endings; the old dread of death loosens its grip.
Whoever is touched by the taste of that love comes to hold it and live it.
Holy people speak the sacred words, and they flow like nectar streaming from a fresh spring.
Nanak says: seeing those who have planted the Name inside their hearts, I come alive.
Sweetness meant to be shared, and words that flow like a fresh spring: this is what brings a heart to life.
This is a pa-orhee, a stanza of the long ballad. The setting is the Sangat, people gathered together to remember the One. There, amrit vandee-ai — the nectar is handed out. Amrit is the sweet nectar of the spirit, passed around like food at a shared meal.
Then comes a line about jam kai panth, the path of death, and fir naahee marnay, no more dying. One gentle way to hear it: not as a map of what happens after death, but as freedom from the dread of endings. Steady presence loosens that fear.
The picture to remember is ami-o chaleh jharnay — holy words flowing like nectar from a spring. Some talk drains you. These words refresh, like cold water from a mountain stream on a hot hike.
And paykh darsan, seeing, beholding, is itself called life-giving. To look upon what is real is to come alive again.
Have you ever heard words that felt refreshing, like cool water on a hot day? What made them feel that way?
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