Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Without this everyday gift of food, no good times roll and the body can't do its work.
So I say it plainly: blessed is the simple grain — the humble gift that keeps body and mind steady enough to lean, at last, toward the One.
The close brings it home: annai binaa na ho-ay sukaal — without grain, no good season; and forsaking it, one doesn't meet the One. Kabir's last word blesses the grain because it brings the mind to trust the One — a fed, steady body makes a heart able to rest in devotion. It's a deeply life-affirming end: honor the ordinary gifts, and they carry you toward the extraordinary.
How can being grateful for small, ordinary gifts open your heart to bigger things?
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