ਦੀਨੁ ਦੁਆਰੈ ਆਇਓ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਸਰਨਿ ਪਰਿਓ ਸੰਤ ਹਾਰੇ ॥
deen du-aarai aa-i-o thaakur saran pari-o sant haaray.
I have come, helpless, to Your Door, O Lord Master; I am exhausted - I seek the Sanctuary of the Saints.
ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਮਿਲੇ ਮਨੋਹਰ ਮਨੁ ਸੀਤਲ ਬਿਗਸਾਰੇ ॥੨॥੩॥੨੯॥
kaho naanak parabh milay manohar man seetal bigsaaray. ||2||3||29||
Says Nanak, I have met my Enticing Lord God; my mind is cooled and soothed - it blossoms forth in joy. ||2||3||29||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I've come helpless and worn out to Your door; I seek the shelter of the good.
Nanak says: I met my enchanting One, and my mind is cooled and soothed, blossoming in joy.
Wanting only the Beloved, and coming empty, the seeker is met — and the meeting is pure blossoming.
The close resolves the exhausted seeker into joy — "my mind is cooled and soothed - it blossoms forth in joy." The fire of a driven life (a recurring image) is quenched, and the heart opens like a flower. Having wanted only the Beloved (P1), and having come empty (P2), the seeker is met — and the meeting is pure blossoming.
A Question to Sit With
What would 'cooled and soothed, blossoming in joy' feel like after a long, tiring search?
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