Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The Master has turned kind, all on its own.
I am set free, made of joy itself; I am the One's child, and it has carried me across.
The Pause line locates the source of everything in the One's spontaneous kindness — "Himself become merciful," freely, unprompted. And the freed one's identity is stated with childlike simplicity: "I am the child of the Lord of the Universe." This is the block's recurring image (Shabad 27) — the devotee as a cherished child — now spoken from the child's own side, in wonder: I am small, I am His, and I have been carried across. Belonging, not achievement, is the whole of it.
What would it feel like to relate to the source of everything as a cherished child rather than an anxious employee?
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