Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Lord of angels and people! You who are the life of everything, beyond birth, without end — there is no home like Your home, nothing to compare You to.
Nanak melts quietly into the life of the whole world; pour Your kindness over me, and carry me across.
The One cannot be measured, but a person can quietly melt into the One.
The shabad ends where it began, with the endless One. But the feeling has changed. At the start, being endless meant Brahma could not find the edge. Here it means safety. Nanak calls the One bay-ant, without end, and ajonee, never born. The One's saachai mahal, true home, is like no other.
Naanak sahj milay jagjeevan — Nanak gently blends into the Life of the world. Sahj means easily, naturally, without a fuss. Think of a raindrop falling into the sea. You cannot point to it anymore, but it is not lost.
The last words ask for mercy: nadar karahu nistaaraa, look on me kindly and carry me across. After all the talk of effort not being enough, the hymn does not end with winning. It ends with being carried. The way home is love and grace, not measuring.
Is there a place or a feeling you dissolve into so completely that you briefly forget to keep score of yourself?
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