Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
After all my wandering I've come to Your Door, You who destroy fear, my Sovereign.
Nanak longs for the dust of the feet of the good; there, and only there, he finds peace.
The close is the block's recurring shape: the long wandering, the arrival at the Door, the finding of peace — here in "the dust of the feet of the Holy." That humble image, longing to be as low as the dust beneath good people's feet, is the opposite of the honor-seeking that shrank a life in P1. True peace is found not by climbing over others but by gladly taking the lowest place among the good. The fear-destroyer's door opens to the humble.
Where might taking a lower, humbler place actually bring you more peace than climbing would?
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