ਮੁਕੰਦ ਮੁਕੰਦ ਹਮਾਰੇ ਪ੍ਰਾਨੰ ॥
mukand mukand hamaaray paraanaN.
The Lord, Mukanday, is my breath of life.
ਜਪਿ ਮੁਕੰਦ ਮਸਤਕਿ ਨੀਸਾਨੰ ॥
jap mukand mastak neesaanaN.
Meditating on Mukanday, one's forehead will bear the Lord's insignia of approval.
ਸੇਵ ਮੁਕੰਦ ਕਰੈ ਬੈਰਾਗੀ ॥
sayv mukand karai bairaagee.
The renunciate serves Mukanday.
ਸੋਈ ਮੁਕੰਦੁ ਦੁਰਬਲ ਧਨੁ ਲਾਧੀ ॥੨॥
so-ee mukand durbal Dhan laaDhee. ||2||
Mukanday is the wealth of the poor and forlorn. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The Liberator is my very breath.
Whoever holds that One carries a quiet mark of belonging — and to the poor and forgotten, the One is their true wealth.
The truest wealth belongs equally to those the world calls poor.
Durbal dhan laadhee — the One is the wealth of the weak and forlorn. From a saint the world kept poor, this is a radiant reversal: the truest riches do not sit in anyone's vault; they are equally available to those with nothing. The neesaanam, the insignia on the forehead, is the invisible mark of belonging to the One — a dignity no ledger can grant or deny.
A Question to Sit With
What is a kind of richness that money cannot buy and no one can take away?
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