Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My family of the heart — the One, Govind, Govind, has charmed my mind clean away.
I sing the One's praises, and standing in the teaching's holy company, even a plain servant like me is made beautiful.
The Pause line repeats the divine name like a heartbeat — "Govind, Govind, Govind" — the way we say a beloved's name over and over. And it makes a gentle, radical claim: praise in good company beautifies even "Your humble servant." Worth is not earned by achievement but conferred by love and belonging — the servant is made lovely by whose company they keep and whose name they sing. This is grace as a kind of adornment.
Whose love has made you feel like a better, brighter version of yourself?
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