Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Holding the One in mind, my mind fills with bliss and its old rust flakes away.
The great honor of meeting the One can't be told; Nanak says, it is endless, past all measure.
The close names remembrance's double effect: "bliss" arrives, and "the rust of my mind is removed." Rust is a lovely image for what dulls us over time — accumulated resentments, worries, the corrosion of a neglected mind — and remembrance is the polishing that restores the shine. The honor of "meeting the Lord" is then declared beyond words, "infinite, beyond measure." The shabad that began urging us not to delay ends by hinting at the immeasurable joy that delay keeps postponing.
What has 'rusted' a little in you lately, and what might polish it back to a shine?
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