ਤੁਮ ਦਇਆਲ ਸਰਣਿ ਪ੍ਰਤਿਪਾਲਕ ਮੋ ਕਉ ਦੀਜੈ ਦਾਨੁ ਹਰਿ ਹਮ ਜਾਚੇ ॥
tum da-i-aal saran partipaalak mo ka-o deejai daan har ham jaachay.
You are the Merciful Cherisher of those who seek Your Sanctuary. I beg of You: please grant me Your gift, Lord.
ਹਰਿ ਕੇ ਦਾਸ ਦਾਸ ਹਮ ਕੀਜੈ ਮਨੁ ਨਿਰਤਿ ਕਰੇ ਕਰਿ ਨਾਚੇ ॥੩॥
har kay daas daas ham keejai man nirat karay kar naachay. ||3||
Make me the slave of the Lord's slaves, so that my mind might dance in Your Love. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You cherish those who come to your shelter. I beg you: give me this gift -- make me the servant of your servants, so my mind can dance in your love.
The gift worth begging for is the humble place where the heart dances in love.
The plea: the gift asked for is the lowest place -- slave of the slaves -- because that is where the mind dances in love. Humility is not grim duty but the condition of joy: the lowest seat is the dancing one.
A Question to Sit With
When has serving someone gladly felt like joy rather than lowliness?
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