ਜਿਸੁ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ਮਾਇਆ ਸਿਲਕ ਕਾਟੀ ॥
jis parsaad maa-i-aa silak kaatee.
By His Grace, the bonds of Maya are cut away.
ਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਬਿਖੁ ਖਾਟੀ ॥
gur parsaad amrit bikh khaatee.
By Guru's Grace, the bitter poison has become Ambrosial Nectar.
ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਇਸ ਤੇ ਕਿਛੁ ਨਾਹੀ ॥
kaho naanak is tay kichh naahee.
Says Nanak, I cannot do anything;
ਰਾਖਨਹਾਰੇ ਕਉ ਸਾਲਾਹੀ ॥੪॥੬॥੭੫॥
raakhanhaaray ka-o saalaahee. ||4||6||75||
I praise the Lord, the Protector. ||4||6||75||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
By grace, the chains of the world's glitter are cut. By grace, the bitter poison turns to nectar. I can do nothing on my own -- I simply praise the One who protects me.
Grace cuts the chains and turns even poison to nectar -- I can only praise the One who does it.
The close: grace cuts the bonds of Maya and turns poison to nectar (the shabad's image for the alchemy of grace -- cf. the bitter becoming sweet). Guru Arjan's radical humility -- I cannot do anything -- credits everything to the Protector. The jewels-from-dust theme completes: grace transforms.
A Question to Sit With
Has something bitter in your life ever, over time, turned into something sweet?
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