Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Understanding welled up in me like sudden light, and by pure kindness the One lifted even me and claimed me as His own.
Now the endless thirst has gone quiet — I hold the Liberator close and gladly serve.
Kar kirpaa leenay keet daas — the literal calls the self a worm the One raised up; carried here as empty-handedness, the wonder that grace stooped to lift even the lowliest and made him beloved — not self-contempt but astonishment at mercy. Trisnaa chookee, the burning thirst of craving, finally stills. The shabad that began by calling the One father and mother ends fully at home, wanting nothing more.
What does it feel like when a longing is finally, completely satisfied?
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